The Reflection

Ï'm tired, sick, and sad
 of these lonely nights and cloudy skies
 and these "so called" bright starts
 that dont seem so bright
 so now i'll walk from lamppost to lamppost
 just to find the brightest one
 then sit and wait for you to come
 and it's this darkness that gets to me
 with this light i hope that you can see
 me from the corner of your eye
 as i sit waiting
 with saying this...
 rain seems to be
 coming oh so quickly
 so hurry to my aid
 and pick me up off the ground
 so we can run away from this oh so bitter town
 a couple hours have gone by
 and i've seen my share of cars
 the moon if getting lower
 and the sun is rising quick
 my arms are getting tired (from holding myself up)
 and now tomorrow seems to be
 closer than you will ever be to me