I look at the clock its only half past 2.As i wonder if your thinking of me the way I'm thinking
of you.Its late in the evening but its hard to fall asleep.As i reminisce about the times we had.
These memories i will keep.I stare into the ceiling as flashbacks play over and over again in
my mind, wanting it to stop but it always intends to rewind.Remembering the way you looked
at me, your touch and the scent of your smell.A battle with my head and heart.Who's winning?
I cant tell....In truth you got me wraaped around your fingures, but i cant let you see.Hard for me
to admit the fact how easily you can break me.I turn to look at the clock to only find myself sitting
up.....i sign.....frustrated to know how only a minute has gone by....
