The cry of midnight is by far the worse
It doesn’t scare you
It only kills your soul
What really scares me, however
Is how it killed your laughter
I almost can’t look at you now
Without screaming out high
What has it done to you
And to your shining soul
You deserve so much better
Than what anyone can actually
In real, hard life
Keep, or even get
You deserve it twice and more
I have no idea why
But to say this to you
It just seems so wrong
You’re supposed to know more than I do
And since I know you do
How could I ever
Pretend I’m wise enough
To give you any advise
You’re so much higher than me
You’re superior in any way
And still you try to tell me
That I could be as good as you are
But how could I, or anyone, ever