I ruined a good thing
Why am I not surprised?
I am used to getting sleepless waiting for your messages
– when I get lucky, your voice
Now I am just sleepless – staring at your inbox
– but don’t have the guts, the strength to actually open and read it.
‘coz instead of remembering the warmth it gave me
All I get is a hard-icy reminder of what could have been.
As the dark circles begin to creep my eyes
All I’m left are remnants of a life now far different from this.