It's 3 a.m
My eyes aren't tried ,
I was deep into your thoughts that I became vulnerable to read.
I wanted to tell all the possible stuff you ever wondered about me.
I tried to seek solace in you,
You were in the dark,
How could I believe you?
I can't just believe a voice.
So I started to make you through my imagination and you know what happened,
The picture I made was of her,
...and then it said, you haven't moved on baby.
©sarcasticbong