I feel like a fool laying in my bed opened eyes, my thoughts are sad
I am blaming insomnia but that's not what's keeping me awake
It's the thought of you
Your gorgeous smile, your deep green eyes
running through my head
You are calling me baby
but do you really mean it?
Overthinking, imaginating
I am wishing I was dead
Can we make it or should we break it before one of us gets hurt?
I am a fool a fool for your presence
Is this a broken heart in making?