Hey , it’s your 11 pm thoughts
Ringing a bell inside your head tonight
Though uninvited, I’ll come in running
Filling your head, overflowing,
Spilling random scenes of what had happened
What is, and what will.
So open now your windows and let air in
Or get out the balcony and stare.
Count backwards, or watch the cars as they go unbothered
By the fight that’s going on inside your head.
They say don’t listen, shut them down, Before it shoots you with bullets of self destruction
But as the night deepens
So are the sharp talloons of loneliness.
When everyone’s silent inside their rooms
Panic beats like a drum inside your chest
Yet you said, “it will be alright”
“11pm-3 will pass, and it will be alright… again.”
And when morning comes
As tears had dried at the corners of your eyes
You thank the heavens for new strength
To fight the devils within and with out
But you’ll catch on last tear
Hopelessly escaping from those eyes
And you’ll say “Later. It’s not yet 11pm-3 .”
They say do not fake your smiles
But it is easier than to carry a broken heart within your sleeves
A burden than a blessing they might say
An error, a curse, I want to put away
Don’t listen, don’t give in
Don’t amplify the sound that’s telling you you’re hopeless
Words so easy to say
But unless you try on the shoe,
Darling, you will never know.
They say don’t listen, shut them down, Before it shoots you with bullets of self destruction
But as the night deepens
So are the sharp talloons of loneliness.
When everyone’s silent inside their rooms
Panic beats like a drum inside your chest
Yet you said, “it will be alright”
“11pm-3 will pass, and it will be alright… again.”
