With the night comes darkness, but also the stars. Phone calls, tears, blood, knife, pain, and it all somehow repeats itself. You took my heart and my hoodies. You hit me with a car and felt no sympathy. You called the police and thought it could help. But now your just dancing on my grave. The edge was so close that night. I was screaming out to god to help me find my wings. But it’s not my time yet…