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.