2am and I\'ll lie on the floor
With the dust and dirt
Of the daily grind
Caught up in my hair.
Tears well up in my heart
And glisten in my eyes,
Falling from my
cold cheeks
like diamonds...
But there\'s no real beauty here,
Only the sad, tragic beauty
That sounds so sweet in a poem
Or fairytale.
But it\'s a hell to live it.