The sun casts light through my windows, making little shapes on my floor.
I stare at them and wonder if I'll ever be fascinated with anything else again.
Stress pools down on me, and I feel damp and uncomfortable
Knowing reality will soon hit me like a bus as soon as I sit up.
You left last night.

It's so easy to remember in times you will forget.
I'll surely forget our tears and forget our mutual fears and all of our regrets.
I'll forget about you at times and you'll forget about me,
But maybe we'll be happy.

Run and catch your train,
It's leaving without me.
I never thought the day would come
When reality hits,
And we all grow up.