It's 4 am
and I feel dead.
Thoughts of you all in my head.
They don't help to ease the pain.
They're only driving me insane.
I don't care what might have been.
We've got to live with what we're given.
You complain when I try to help.
Too few years under your belt.
Take the time to hear me out
and understand what I'm talking about.
Do you ever hear the things I say?
You're taking it the wrong way.
I've found peace of mind.
And I shared it with you for some time.
We never meshed as one.
And I've got this feeling that we're done.
You mean so much to me.
I couldn't help to let this be.
I tried all that I could.
But you never understood.
I don't believe that I'm the man
to take your life into my hands.
If I was I wouldn't have left.
And I believe it was for the best.
So live your life as each day comes.
And I believe when it's all done.
I will always be your friend.
From this day to the very end.
You've found peace of mind.
That I believe once was mine.
Let's do this all over again.
But this time we'll just be friends.
