It’s the middle of the night, It’s just me here no one insight.
The only thing I have left of you is all in my head,
And my only wish is I could go to bed.
You left me with only memories of how we could, should have been.
Not thinking of how I would be.
Alone,sad,mad..looking for something inside to make me believe.
That everything I felt was real and not just make believe in my dreams.
As I walk alone to your stone.
I always knew that this wasn’t true.
No matter how many nights I cried myself blue.
We were never going to be true..
True Love..
I was just  buying your time.
While you were really just waiting on your final dove with your one true love..