Human Emotions.

When you're sitting all alone,
And your friends calling your phone.
Its quarter after three,
Under the stars, they set your free.
Free from the bounds of your thoughts,
You feel this pain, before those two shots.
Its the dew on the leaves,
But the tears no body see's.

Its a stab or a firework.
Its inside where you feel it.
Its a human emotion,
That keeps you up at night.
Its beautiful.
Its a disaster.
Its everything, its never on time.

Looking for a cab and you're holding on.
With a that grin on your face you've drawn.
The way you choose,
And the way you go,
You learn the shock, she's dead and its killing you.
You've your hand drawn, and he's looking at you.
Where to, but you're smiling no more.
This ball of fire inside,
This frustration that builds up inside.
Its beautiful.
Its a disaster.
Its everything, its never on time.