It's 3 am in the morning, I lay awake;
beside me, not knowing what's at stake.
Listening to the sound of you breath,
it won't be long, it's 'me' you'll grieve.
No longer able to feel your pain,
I often feel, you're driving me insane.
Why, can't you see into my heart?
Seems we're doomed -- from the start?
Alone, I 'm wondering... 'was it me?'
Will you care, or glad to be free?
Emptiness fills the pain I was in.
To write, I wouldn't know where to begin.
5 am in the morning, the sky's golden light,
marks it's time, to make my flight.
If only once, you had tried to see...
my spirit was lost, but now it's free.
or am I?
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