The reflection

Ï´m 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