After the night comes the pain
Not washed away with morning rain.
The clouded hours before dawn
Are too clear and real as day draws on.
I dreamed you were here, in my life...
The mirror reminds me and twists the knife.
The harsh sun burns through the window,
Clearing my head from a state of limbo.
I've watched the hands move round the clock
Whilst escaping the truths I’ve tried to block.
The sky moved from black through hues of blue;
Another day wasted and nothing’s new.
I kid myself everything is all right,
But it’s harder to lie in the light after night.
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