And sometimes at 2am, it’s hard to believe that things will get better,

That everything will work out,

That I’ll be alright.
It’s impossible to convince myself that over time it’ll hurt less,

That I won’t cry so much,

That my heart won’t bleed at all.
It’s 2am and you’re all that’s on my mind,

Things can always get worse,

I’m lying here feeling like I’ve run out of tears to cry.


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