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.
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.