It's two am
And I cannot sleep,
Staring at the ceiling
Never still.
That's how my last few nights went,
Thinking,
Thinking of you.
The windy night
Produces an agitated melody.
But I'm thinking of you,
Dreaming about what we could have been
But will never be.
Maybe I'm the one to blame
For not being enough,
Maybe you're the one to blame
For not being able to understand me at all.
Maybe it's my fault
I didn't show my true colors,
Maybe it's your fault
You gave me hope after all...
...and now
Staring at the ceiling
I can't help but think of you.
Dreaming of something
That will never be,
That will hide in a corner of my heart.
