Without a fight, a turned off light
In the middle of the night, stung
And I can’t be mad, I saw it coming
An experiment, a what if fleeting.
A bus can’t go where I need to go
Somewhere brighter, not so cold
But hey this life so I’ll these scars be reminders
All we have is ourselves
Kissing one night next night in a room very confused
One month of sorrow is enough to leave
True lovers existing is even harder to believe
Caution lights warned me but I continued unaware.