It's Late
It's late and I'm alone.
Music is blaring through my headphones.
None of the words make sense to me.
Because I keep thinking of what used to be.
How could we let such a good thing go?
I can't stop looking at the photos.
Time is ticking by.
And I keep asking myself why.
It's late and I'm alone.
It takes all I have to not call you on the phone.
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