There's no prize in this game
His body's in the present but
His mind's not in session
Not gonna lie and say
That he's okay
There's a war inside his head that he's fighting
For sentimentality
Origin: humanity
Fighting to keep his own sanity
Hoping that she'd get out of disbelief
The nights are the hardest
Especially warring over the slightest
Photographs remind us
Tired of things piling up in the darkness
The nights are the hardest
Now they're both asleep
Now, wasn't sleeping for the weak
He's wide awake and feels completely opposite
His opposite's not
Even looking at him
Catharsis, almost had him
Devoured ego, the humble saddening
It's happening
The nights are the hardest
Especially warring over the slightest
Photographs remind us
Tired of things piling up in the darkness
The nights are the hardest
Sometimes I ask God why you're here in my life
I'm just flesh and bones, eventually turning into stone
Sometimes I ask God why you're here in my life
Answers might not show, and that's okay I realised
For sentimentality
Origin: humanity
Fighting to keep his own sanity
Hoping that she'd get out of disbelief
The nights are the hardest
Especially warring over the slightest
Photographs remind us
Tired of things piling up in the darkness
The nights are the hardest
