Well maybe it's just me and my blind optimism to blame ~

It's a quarter after twelve
I know I should be in bed
Boy you got me feeling sorry for myself
I must confess, this loneliness is killing me
I'm so upset

How could you break all your promises
Like you told me, You'd be there to hold me
I can not believe the way I fell for it
I was a fool to buy all the lies you sold me


~ K