It's 3 am, the time when most are asleep, but I'm restless. My thoughts flood my mind like high tide; my eyelids are heavy, heart heavier. I built a foundation, but when the stars in your eyes caught my gaze i broke it down; eventually all stars burn out though, and now I'm rebuilding the walls again. Where do I go from here? I'll only see you in my dreams, unable to feel the warmth that was once your love; but I've always found comfort in the coldness.
