The night breeze puts me at ease.
So I lite a smoke and take a drink.
Doing all I can, just trying not to think.

I look up at the stars, although I feel I'm behind bars.
Why did I treat you that way?
You deserved less than what I gave.

Too late now to change it.
Moving on knowing, I can't face it.
But the memory stays.
I must have loved you,
in some way but I cannot place it...

It is late again, that's when I tend to worry
Yet I'll not go to sleep, or even try to think of it
Stay up till I can't keep my eyes open
Long periods time, trying to think of other thing's
Wishing tomorrow, I will feel the same way
But worrying about the things, I cannot seem to say
Dream of being somewhere else, I could be
A lot of people I did not miss
I need to leave
I feel like going
Somewhere I'm not sure
I'm so unsure of, what I'am not doing?