At Night
At night
At night I lay and think of how life was before when we were children, innocent
At night I wonder can this be the end is this all that's left for us
At night I wish everything could go back to the way it was before
At night I lay and cry about the things that happened and how it all ended
At night I lay and think why couldn't you have done things different, for me
At night I wish for us to be brother and sister again playing in the backyard
But in the morning I realize it was all
At Night
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