It's Midnight
It's midnight and I'm laying in bed
thinking about how much
you've helped me
how much
you've hurt me
without meaning any of it
and I'm thinking of how
I love you
so much
and wondering
if you still feel the same
It's midnight
and I don't want to bother you
but I can't hold it in anymore
I try
so hard
yet nothing ever changes
if you don't want me just say
I'd rather have a painful truth
than a blissful lie
because at least I know
my pain is real
It's midnight
and I'm laying in bed
hoping I'm wrong
about you
and if you would be so kind
as to give me the truth
then maybe
just maybe
I'll believe you
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