As I lay to sleep
I wake up to the thought of him
Why must I think about him before every dream
And wake up to the thought of he's smile
He's not even mine anymore
Was he ever mine?
Laying awake at 338Am I should be thinking about important things
School, work new love the future
But no
It's always about you
Funny thing is
I know at 339 am
You aren't dreaming or thinking
About little old me