كلمات The Reflection

im tired, sick, and sad of these lonely nights and cloudy skies and these "so called" bright starts that dont seem so bright so now i'll walk from lamppost to lamppost just to find the brightest one then sit and wait for you to come and it's this darkness that gets to me with this light i hope that you can see me from the corner of your eye as i sit waiting with saying this... rain seems to be coming oh so quickly so hurry to my aid and pick me up off the ground so we can run away from this oh so bitter town a couple hours have gone by and i've seen my share of cars the moon if getting lower and the sun is rising quick my arms are getting tired (from holding myself up) and now tomorrow seems to be closer than you will ever be to me