Night so dark, I cannot see the end of the road

Just close your eyes and proceed onwards

Tomorrow has never been here

Grief is freedom.

Spring is slow to come and quick to go

Me, still trying to hide my regrets away

Waking up from my dreams, blue is the only thing I see.

Lonely and weak, with nowhere to go

Spring is slow to come, that's why it's romantic.

Clouds are in the sky, my inner demons in my heart

Trying to curb my hesitations, yet cannot stop thinking about it

A night so lonely.