I have no idea why I'm writing tonight.
There's nothing specific I have any desire to write about.
I'm in a horrible mood..
I just don't feel like faking happiness anymore today.
I wish I could just write about this past Sunday
But if I decide to write about that
I need to do it justice
Which I can't do tonight
I could sit here and rant
About all the stuff I had to put up with today..
Or complain about friends
Not acting like friends.
But that will do no good tonight.
It's just one of those nights
When all that can be done
Is sleep and hope
That when I wake up
I'll wake up with a smile.