Sometimes I dread the night, because what comes with it is fright.
It's not because of the absence of light, it's the thoughts that don't take flight.
I try my best not to think of you, but when I close my eyes it's just you through and through.
My friends tell me to start something new, but for some odd reason I just don't share the same views.
I stay up at night remembering how it felt, when you sat on the roof and beside you i knelt.
They say you have to live with the hand that you're dealt, but a few words from you and for sure I know I'll melt.
Some singers sing about being shattered, I feel what they feel because deep down inside I'm battered.
People chase after you like sheep following the herd, how the heck am I supposed to contend when I know I'm just another nerd.
Maybe it's a battle that I just can't win, but I don't want to leave just yet til the credits say fin.
Most people would solve this with a bottle of gin, I on the other hand just try my best to keep it in.
More often than not I feel ridiculously confused, each and every day this predicament grows frustratingly obtuse.
It doesn't matter if I come up with a strategy or a ruse, it's as hopeless as squeezing a lemon hoping for a little bit of apple juice.
I don't know what to think anymore, so I write this in the guise of humor.
To me you're still all that I adore, or maybe like what the spanish say, this I think is amor.
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