It’s 3 in the morning.
And all I can think about is.
The times we had together.
And the way you made me feel.

I don’t know which is worse.
Wondering what could have been.
Or just taking the risk and finding out.
Such a dilemma I have.

I can’t see a point.
In trying anymore.
Would it be worth it?
Or am I just asking for misery?
Misery loves company.
I need someone to share with.
I could save myself from pain.
But what if she says yes?

I hope you don‘t see through my act
I don’t want you to see the real me.
I’m so afraid of you seeing the real me.
The hopeless romantic in love with you.

I remember the last time we talked.
I don’t know why but it felt different.
Am I falling out of love? Or moving on?
Or maybe I’ve just lost all hope.

I can’t see a point.
In trying anymore.
Would it be worth it?
Or am I just asking for misery?
Misery loves company.
I need someone to share with.
I could save myself from pain.
But what if she says yes?

But what if she says yes?