Almost fell asleep, earlier, tonight
But my eyes flickered for just a moment
And in surged thoughts of her.

Lately I'm so wrapped up
Matter and abstract feelings filter through my head.
On no other subject will the slide slow
Then stop, grainy, on her.

I've tried to harden my heart
But it seems I’m no fickle soul
My mind might at times be empty
Though even then it feels empty for her
We must feel differently

She cannot be written off
Heart to hand and pen to paper
No matter what, we at least know
We feel differently, tragically

All this, any song could tell me
To all this, any one can attest
All this, I will always know.