It's 4:39 in the morning
I should've been asleep an eternity ago
But I decided to watch a movie
Or something to promote the smiths I think so
Jokes aside heaven knows I'm miserable now
Or I always have been
But the one thing i realised is
Maybe I really haven't experienced what heartbreak was?
Yeah i went through a breakup, but it's just not the same
Am I stupid to want a love that shatters me the moment it drops on the floor?
Would someone ever care about me like I'm a fragile little glass flower
Or would they always treat me like I'm just a plastic box, unbreakable.
Well it's my fault too, the way I take those beatings to my heart as they slowly breaks me up
But for once in my life, could I just get what I want?
Maybe it's all imagination, The term love
But coincidentally that's where I reside my imagination
With my dreams to get shattered like a bottle of old monk
I should probably head to sleep, cause it's 4:45 now
And I hope I return here before somebody completely breaks my heart.