I wake up in the middle of the nights
wondering if it’s just another day like
The ones before so I look at the time
and it’s early for sunshine to rise
so I ahead back to sleep dreaming of the perfect day.
Everyday I end up with something lame
So I look in to the picture and feel ashamed
As soon as I wake up in the morning
I open my computer see if anyone
special mailed be back I try not
to get my hopes so high because letting someone
hope is like suicide without a hanging rope but then I fail so I end up Crying on my bed.
