4am and i awake.
The sound of you breathing slowly fading into the empty room i now see myself in.
When did it become so cold?

The beating of my own heart plays against the surrounding walls as i stare into nothing.
The pain is all i can think about.
These happy memories no longer bring a smile.

Theres fog on the glass,
Another year is passing..
When did my heart become so weak?

I sigh at the dreams ive seen enough of..
5am and i crawl out of bed to go breath in some poison,
I never was good with addiction.

The sun begins to rise,
The light playing upon the balchonys edge.
When did we lose eachother and let them win? or… am i the only one in agony.

The mornings never seem to lighten..
..even in summer… their cold.