Here in the dark with nothing but the hum of the ceiling fan. Here in the dark with nothing but the glow from the lava lamp.
Sitting here with my thoughts feeling alone as always. Sitting here with my thoughts nothing unusual about this lone night in any ways.
Alone with a mind heavy with nostalgia, alone thinking of what should I do. On my own with a mind full of past happenings, alone with my wishful thinking of having you.
Making it alone, making shadows on the wall half asleep. All alone, making the best of my abilities.
My window half open, where my dreams once I dreamed to accomplish. Daydreaming at night, dreams have become my reality in progress to establish.
Sometimes I think about your name, do you ever think about me too? Do you even feel the same, whatever should we do?
Alone between light and dark, these are things unsaid. Alone between dusk and dawn, these are things I wish I had said.
