when your lonely and you start to hear
the little voices in your head at night
you will only snip away the tears
so you can dance until the morning light,
at what price?
no one has to hear, the sound of people laughing at their fear, and the ocean and sun are always there, to make you happy if you're feeling scared of the darkness
you said soon this would be past, no one will remember in a hundred years.
learn, there's nothing that last, it's all just a waste of transparent tears.