It's 4 a.m. and I'm feeling kinda blue
Here I am thinking---
how I just wanted to get to know you
But you made your way out
with same old excuses I have heard before
You made your bed, gave empty promises,
then proceeded out the door

Maybe I'm just sad
about how easy you gave me the butterflies
If only I had listened
when they told me they were nothing but
mere illusion and pretty lies

Or maybe I was too naive
to believe again
that I could find it in you
I was only hurting myself with ideas
that were too good to be true

- c.s.