It's 3 a.m.
I'm feeling cold.
It's dark outside.
I'm getting too old for this.
Then again, are you ever too grown for abandonment?
Being left behind in the darkness of night.
Being left alone with nowhere to call home.
And when you're on your own it become so clear that no one cares.
No one matters but you.
It's 4 a.m. and I know where you are.
It's 4 a.m. and you're in this room.
You're in my bed and in my head.
And I know what this feeling of guilt is.
I let you down onto broken glass.
I let you down and the wall fell so fast.
Now you won't speak to me.
Now you won't talk.
It's 5 a.m. and it's time to wake up.
You're eyes wander but don't touch.
I know what you are thinking right now, 'cause I'm saying it out loud.
It's time to go.
We're getting too old.
And you and I both know this won't work.
Though it hurts like hell we can't keep pretending.
Our love left so long ago.
It's time to part ways now.
So, it's ten years later.
There you are.
You said you never wanted children and that left its scar.
There you stand, a little girl holding your hand and a woman smiling at you both.
She's beautiful.
You're beautiful.
To be honest, I never let you go.
It's 6 p.m. in the garden in the square.
I'm crying my pain and you can't see it.
I know you don't see me as you kiss your bride.
And by the time I get over this abandonment I think I'll have died.
It's nearing midnight.
I want to die.
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
It's 3 a.m.
I'm feeling cold.
It's dark outside.
I'm getting too old for this.
Then again, are you ever too grown for abandonment?
Being left behind in the darkness of night.
Being left alone with nowhere to call home.
And when you're on your own it become so clear that no one cares.
No one matters but you.
It's 4 a.m. and I know where you are.
It's 4 a.m. and you're in this room.
You're in my bed and in my head.
And I know what this feeling of guilt is.
I let you down onto broken glass.
I let you down and the wall fell so fast.
Now you won't speak to me.
Now you won't talk.
It's 5 a.m. and it's time to wake up.
You're eyes wander but don't touch.
I know what you are thinking right now, 'cause I'm saying it out loud.
It's time to go.
We're getting too old.
And you and I both know this won't work.
Though it hurts like hell we can't keep pretending.
Our love left so long ago.
It's time to part ways now.
So, it's ten years later.
There you are.
You said you never wanted children and that left its scar.
There you stand, a little girl holding your hand and a woman smiling at you both.
She's beautiful.
You're beautiful.
To be honest, I never let you go.
It's 6 p.m. in the garden in the square.
I'm crying my pain and you can't see it.
I know you don't see me as you kiss your bride.
And by the time I get over this abandonment I think I'll have died.
It's nearing midnight.
I want to die.
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