Middle of The Night

It's 2am, still..
i'm not sleeping,
i'm thinking of you,
the thought of you makes me smile like crazy,
and sometimes,
i cry..

Then i ask myself..
would you stay up this late,
and think of me ??
no, you're not.

I grab my phone to call you,
Then i realise you won't pick up,
Because it's from me,
yes, i know you wont pick up.

That is why i keep those questions
in my head,
so hard to banish it away.

This is what i'm doing,
in the middle of the night.