The Nights Are The Hardest

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