I hate the late nights
I hate the late nights
All they ever do is breed hate
Not for anybody else but me,
Can't you relate?
Maybe I need a soothing voice,
one that's confident and sure.
Or maybe I just want it to be known,
That on the inside I burn.
It's hopeless, I'll just keep storming
Like dark clouds above.
They say love's the cure to most,
Then God, give me my dove
People love me, people care, and yes I am thankful
But it's the fact that I don't love me,
That's the fact that's painful.
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