The silence of the night wakes up my brain,
The darkness of the night lights up the memory lanes,
Soon the nostalgia starts to strangle me,
And I feel the blood freezing in my veins.

One takes me back to the day we met,
In some other I am holding you in my arms,
Every single one of them instills agony,
Yet I bear that to relive your charms.

The heaviness of 2 AM,
Makes me wander those daunting streets,
How can a heart still pump,
When someone has already stolen the beats.

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