Tired I am, as unwanted as a ghost
Since I confessed I cant stop spilling
My mind out to whoever wants to hear

You are unknown to my heart
Yet she knows you so well
I reach out in the dark
You're there, kiss my cheek

Wondering why I cant call you home
Can't call your phone

She'll answer, my heart, and she won't understand.
She's finally confessed
    what a mess