it was 2.50 a.m yet I'm still standing here.
looking up the moon
is someone starring at the same moon, too?
I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us,
how we met,
and the sparks flew instantly
then people would say they're the lucky ones.
I used to know my place was a spot next to you,
now I'm searching the room for an empty seat,
cause lately I don't even know what page you're on
a simple complication,
it is understandably?
miscommunication lead to fallout,
so many things that I wish you to knew.
Is it killing you,
like it's killing me?
I just wish you to understand me once.
treat me the way you want me to treat you
its simple principle.
Had to sleep, wish me luck for my test tomorrow. :)