Here I Sit

And here I sit

late at night.

In the middle of my bed,

all alone in the silence of the midnight blues.

Here i sit,

thinking about what could be

and what could of been. 

Here I sit, 

all alone in my room. 

Hoping for something new,

hoping.

Whats the point,

hoping never seems to give me hope.

Hopeless, 

everyday and every night. 

Here I sit, 

numb as ever. 

Here I sit, 

all alone. 

Here I sit, 

hoping for more.