I am the sadness you feel on a saturday night
I am the mess on a sunday morning
I am the pain you will feel when you try to fix me
I am what will hurt you when you pick my broken pieces.
I am what you will be complaining about
I am what you will not know how to handle,
On nights like these
And mornings like those,
Where I am lost at sea.
I am lost in words .
I am lost in souls.
I am the calm
And all of that chaos.
In your head I am the voice you will hear,
And if this makes you fear
The future that is near
It is good that
You chose her.