2 am is for the poets who
can't sleep because their
minds are alive with words
for someone who's not there.

For the alcoholics drinking
themselves into amnesia to
forget someone who left.

2 am is not for the lovers
asleep in each other's arms.

It is for the lonely, the ones
who are inlove with the
loved but are not loved in
return.

She is now your star, the apple of your eyes

She is now the reason for your every smile
She has taken my place all in a while
Will I be somehow at peace today
Knowing that she always complete your day?

The person you had before
Is now wondering more
"Has she erased my part?"
*"Has she replaced me in your heart?"

There are some thoughts that even you tell a million times...

...would just be an air that they will never understand.