Her thoughts consume her

She was up late into the night 
Only everything was she thinking 

 

She has a tendency to do that sometimes 

 

She gets in her head 

 

Over analyzing everything  

 

Even Over thinking things no one else would think of thinking 

 

And I hate it c

 

uz she gets so much on her mind sometimes 

 

And he way it makes her cry 

 

It kills me 

 

when I can't do anything 

I ask but she Nevers tells me 

 

She just says it's fine

 

 I'm all right 

 

But I can see in her eyes 

 

She's consumed by something 

 

I can only assume

 

what it could be 

 

Often I assume it's me 

 

I wonder how often I'm right 

 

I hate that she gets in her head like this 

 

I wish that I could make it all right 

 

I wish I could do anything at all

 

And even though she doesn't tell me 

 

I remind here I'm there for her anyways 

 

Just in case she changes her mind 

 

It only ever happens at night 

 

Or at least most of the time 

 

When she's by herself 

 

And to me I believe 

 

This is her hell

 

And that she really can't help it any 

 

And there's nothing to distract her

 

And she's left with nothing 

 

But her thoughts and herself 

 

And maybe it's just me 

 

But I think she's in misery 

 

And I feel so sorry for her 

 

The nights a thief 

 

It won't let her sleep 

 

It only haunts her endlessly 

 

She's is a prisoner trapped in a cell in her head 

 

And ii wish I could help 

 

I know it's hell 

 

And she will live this way almost every night 

 

And shell try

But theres no escape 

 

Shes just there with the thoughts she thinks

 

And i hate it more than anything

 

I got take it away

 

I can't stop it or make it ok

 

Id do anything 

I can only 

 

Tell her to try not think

 

Try to get some sleep

 

But the night is here enemy 

 

And I know for her

there will be no peace

 

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