Late At Night
it's late at night
(so late that it's morning)
and i'm tired and dead
(but still wide wide awake)
and i'll soon have to wake up
(but i'm not asleep yet)
oh how heavy my head
(my heart's heavier instead)
and i pause, and wonder
why i haven't heard
from you in ages
not one single word
i've tried to say hi
but you always seemed busy
i know you've got work
and i know it's not easy --
but is that it?
that all?
a silence unsaid?
are you sure?
it's the end?
has our friendship gone dead?
i don't know what you're thinking
i don't know how you feel
do you want me to ask you
or would you prefer me to justshutthehellupandgoaway?
~born2Bblue