The night isn't over
There's sorrow to come...

The whole time,
I knew I wasn't happy...

I'm falling down
Soaring up...

Can't cry these tears anymore
Pouring myself out onto the ground...

She walks down the street,
Eyes on the ground...

The abstract figures,
The foggy shapes...

The night is over
Her pain returns...

And when I looked into your eyes
I saw mine looking back...

If every color had a feeling
Would colors be considered emotional...

I apologize.
I pour my heart onto the paper...

For the first
It always ends...

The earth, yet longing to let go,
Pulls your feet down...