I know I'm almost getting over you
when I stopped thinking about you
in broad daylight
but when nighttime creeps
and the moon casts it's light upon my window
I think of you again
and how awful it had been to lose you
when I don't even have you in the first place
I think about the way I felt back then
and will I ever feel that way again
for anybody other than you
I try to close my eyes and drift my thoughts to the future
but I only sink further into this black hole in my mind
and now I can't sleep
and my mistakes haunt me
I know I'd be fine in the morning
Funny how the light gives me the impression that I can be new
when every night I am the same old mess

Why does it seem like everything will be easier if I just close my eyes?
I could but my mind won't let me
It creeps up thoughts late at night
to make me anxious
crippling with a headache
not wanting to sleep
but I have to
I feel nauseous
my brain is throbbing like crazy
sleep won't set in
and I'm going mad
but even if I sleep
the nightmares are there
not wanting me to wake up

Words are just words, they say.
It can't break a bone, they say.
But it can break far more than just a bone
It can break relationships and it can break your heart over and over again

It was on the spur of the moment
Didn't mean for it to happen
or maybe I did,
somewhere deep down
Because I need somebody to hold my hand
and you were there
wanting me to hold something more than just your hand
but I can't
we can't go back there
I've already come this far
Don't let me spiral down again
So just hold my hand
Hold it tight

I draw inspiration from every smile you make
from that sweet, sweet voice of yours
come here, I am yours to take.
The sparkle in your eyes speak enough poetry
so let's call it a day
but let me bask in your light
one more time
before I say goodbye.
You thought I didn't see this coming?
You wanted to leave long before you said hello
but I forced my way in
and you drew your sword and said
"be gone by sunlight
but right now, you can kiss me goodnight"

The demon knocked gently at my door
Maybe this time it'll be kind.
I walked to the door and opened it.
"Hello. It's me again. Is anybody there with you?"
"Hi. No. It's just me."
"Will you let me in?"
"Yes. Sure. Feel free to take a seat."
The demon walked in and took a seat.
I walked outside, closed the door and ran as fast as I can.

Maybe I don't really miss you
Maybe I just miss the thought of you
or the feeling I get whenever I'm with you
Maybe I created an illusion of you
because I haven't been with you for a while, my mind decided it was something about you that I miss
But in reality, I am just nostalgic of feeling in love and it's you who I thought I love
I am slowly opening my heart to the truth
You're not what I miss
You're not what I want
I want someone who loves like you,
who has the same music taste as you, who thinks like you,
who smiles like you,
who speaks like you
but not you.
I don't want it to be you.