It’s nights like this that make me wonder-
Is it my allergies or am I amidst some daunting depression.
I remember old heartbreaks tonight
And scoff at myself for ever feeling anything over something so small
But in the past, you never know
It might just be the music
Some notes just make you want to cry
No sense to it, it just manages to break your heart
And I have no real reason to be sad
But that a damn pathetic excuse to try to stop this force of nature
It isn’t sadness,
It’s merely melancholy
That’s bound to happen every now and again
I’ll just go on belting along with sad songs
Since that’s prone to solve everything, albeit temporarily
I have no reason, it’s just in the air
On nights like tonight
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