It's four in the morning
and I'm plagued by three words
They circle my mind and won't let me go

Liar
Sarah
Abandoned

The first is whispered softly in the wee morning hours
Denial spreads quickly as the accusation falls

The second is a beautiful girl for whom I've never met
and yet I already sense a great deal of dread
No good can come of this

The last is simply put away
to only rear it's head
at 4am on Friday nights
while I'm alone in bed