It’s the kind of night
That I lay sleepless
Expecting to be noticed
by your blinded eyes
It’s the kind of night that
I listen to my heart cry
And my brain say:

I should’ve asked you to stay
I should have made you promise to hold me
I should’ve said it louder
I should have been more
I should’ve a fought harder
I should have said: “don’t go”
I should’ve kissed you more

But to silence my brain and to stop my tears
My mouth lets one last sentence slip
Five words that hurt like stones
But that will make me close my eyes
And for a brief moment will offer me peace
“I should let you go”
What hurts the most is that is the truth.