Sitting at home with my tears.
There are suddenly no fears.
They are no longer here.
Where am I going to do without them?
Not trying to hide the flames, but the fire has always called my name.
When will I learn to be alright?
The nights are still lonely, but the clouds are here to cure my pain.
I just wish I had a chance to say what I could do without you.
There will never be anything like you.
That will always keep me awake at night.
Misconception 