Midnight madness
always turns into sadness.
Midnight fears
always turns into tears.
Midnight love
always turns into hate,
And she's actually my enemy
and she supposed to be my best mate.
I hate that on the sky there's no light,
I hate my tears,
I hate midnight.
Why my anger always has to turn into tears,
and I broke down,
like there's no tommorow that brings the light,
And I hate that I can't cry outloud,
I hate midnight.
