Ride On... Ride Till Early Morning Sun

Ride on... Like the dawning of the day.
It's too late to let all your feelings show,
Go on, 'till the night has swept away.

Moping deemed unnecessary, but I needed to cry. I kept the bottle shut tight for a very long time; it only took a weekend of tears to unscrew the diamond-strength cap. I feel unburdened now. A little birdy told me that you were living a double life; the pessimistic, hurting, twisted-minded life and the outer facade you use to balance out your insanity by just. That convincing facade that had me once, the one that joked and laughed and "loved". You wrote wishes to turn back the hands of time, to repent for the mistakes you've done to lose the people who loved you. I wanted to help you, I wished. But both our wishes can never come true, isn't that right?

You won't open up. And as a man, you let your pride take over to desperately hide your vulnerability. I don't mind if you cry on my shoulder and build lakes with your tears, I've been having nightmares about it.

One day, something will happen and it'll force us to talk.