You

It’s 3am and I’m alone.

The day went by too fast and now I don’t know what to do.

I’m thinking about you.

I’m always thinking about you.

I couldn’t stop so I bought this whiskey but there’s never enough.

It’s these nights alone, when I have to ask why wasn’t I enough?

Did I love too much?

Did I treat you badly?

I don’t think so but with you gone I guess I’ll never know.

I miss you, what a stupid text.

I need to get some goddamn self respect.

I can’t though,

you’re all I hoped I’d find.

I’m alone here, all broke inside

How fucking pathetic.

It’s 3am and I’m alone.

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