Up at Three O'Clock

You told me a lot of things,
Gave me plenty of warning
And look at me, here I am
Up at three in the morning.

You said you were always right;
Nothing you said could be wrong.
I’m learning, restless now, that
Staying up all night’s long.

You said I’d be unhappy,
Miserable at best.
I quelled your numerous warnings,
Put your worried mind at rest.

You said you loved me the most,
That you’d like to be with me
But I deserved more than you,
So you would a martyr be.

I said a lot of things too,
Gave mostly reassurance.
And look at me, here I am
Testing my endurance.

I told you you could be wrong,
Mistake was not beyond you.
You are, after all, confined
By the same blood and tissue.

I told you I’d be alright,
Nothing could ruin my life.
I’d always find happiness
In life’s emotional strife.

I told you I loved you most,
That I’d love to be with you,
But you would hear none of that.
You thought what you said was true.

Actions speak louder than words.
Yours were truly loud and clear.
Your mind weaker than your bones,
Driven not by love, but fear.

You were right and I was wrong.
Our love gone—now, forever.
Misery—my just desserts.
I’ve learned from this endeavor.

Learned to keep my heart away
And harden it like a rock
So in future times I might
Not be up at three o’clock.