So I sit in my room at 3 am.
Writing poem after poem.
I know only a few will be seen.
But feelings on paper are better,
Better than those kept inside.
This way I can better pretend,
Im lead actress in this play called joy
Im the best actress to play the part.
I hear your voice in the dark.
Just let me hear you say goodnight.
I just cant seem to want to let go.
I turn up my stereo as Davey,
Sings the sorrow.
These are the lullabies,
That help me keep the tears inside,
Tonight.
Feelings that you cant explain.
Or dont want to, rather.
You still think about her, dont you?
You still love her, I know.
Im ashamed of myself,
For being such a fool.
I shouldve seen it coming.
I feel like a tool.
It doesnt stop my feelings,
About you, about us.
You gave me your hand,
The best feeling in the world,
To me.
I know youve never had,
Someone to love you as I have.
