Restless Nights or Heart Fights

none of the following relate to the spoon

Im running bare feet

down the crowded street

Gazing at the stars

Knowing you looking at them from where ever you are

Just wanted to speak

But my voice is weak

Its all most my sundown

You tell me its not that bad

Aint that good

But isnt that bad

So dont be sad, im not mad

Its a miracle that i still can stand

I just wanted you to understand

That im not un-in love with you

But it just looks so much better to leave every thing behind

Where do i find, the strength to continue

And its all most my sundown

And its getting dark

And its getting late

Livingin s un loving town

Left my mark

Last three moths of depression

im finally ready for one conversation

But its my sundown

Ill never be found