I cant find myself.
Here.
Where I am
Or where we have come to.
And I don't know why
Because I should
This is what I wanted
And you are what I got
And I don't even think this feeling.
Is about you.
Because I don't need more…
But I find myself looking for it
Not more of you…
But less of
these nights that I am alone.
And my empty arms
Are all I have.
Besides memories of you.
Which turn to tears
Which turns to anger
Which comes out on you.
And I am sorry it came so late.