As I sit here awake,
I hear those words ring through my ears.
I try to make sense of what you said,
trying to figure out what went wrong.
Through tears of the broken hearted,
I look at your photograph.
Wishing that I could go back,
to the time when things were simple.
Restless mind and adrenaline rushing,
I sneak out to the place we called,
Trying to find peace,
under a willow-tree.
I sometimes fear,
that it's me and only me alone.
That is against this heartless world.
So, as I think back.
To a time that was fun,
I sit here, awake.
Alone and comfortably numb.