And the endless preview of more nights to come
In which I will languish ever in my broken heart,
Just like tonight.
It's always escaped my reason why I cannot ever learn,
And make better decisions.
Because these decisions make these endless nights and these endless nights,
Make even more bad decisions.
Sad songs can only say so much,
And they flitteringly touch at the heart and they tell a story
Maybe even your story.
But they can never speak as loud as the pain inside.
And that's when we languish, and ever disappear into the sadness inside.
A deep dark place where hope goes to be ridiculed,
And the best of us get beaten by our own careless woes.
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