As the night lingers on,
These four walls get closer and closer..
Suffocating me.
You’re absence leaves me wounded and mortified.
Trying desperately to cling to any image of happiness or contentment, I play it cool.
I don’t call more than once, won’t complain when you ignore me.
"The moon is beautiful tonight and so are you.." remember that?
I guess it's true that some passions die just as quickly as they rise.
I knew it would be difficult, I knew you needed space,
but to be completley insignificant in your life, to be an afterthought, hurts.
There's a diffenece between being busy and being careless. You couldn't care less.
Yet I'm afraid to let you go.. I still need that buffer from the judging eyes of my peers.
I’ll keep you in theory and in theory alone; I’ve already lost you from my heart..
Lost you because you never had me in yours to begin with.

