3 a.m Nightmares

our obstacle.

Your white shoelaces have turned to brown
Your present from walking around
Collecting dirt right from the ground
Running away from me.

Your knuckles go from white to red
The blood that flows out of my head
Is now at home with you instead
You've ripped my heart clean out.

Your eyes grow big and tears do fall
Your mind catches up, remember it all
You're sobbing now, it was not your call
To leave her for me.

My white shoelaces have turned to brown
My punishment from walking around
Collecting dirt right from the ground
Running after you.

My face goes from pink to red
From blood that flows out of my head
To leave and live with you instead
You've had your fun again.

My eyes water and tears do fall
I'm not a stranger to it at all
My heart breaks, it was not my call
To let you be with her.