The Path

Felt that way

And as I'm left alone each night,
I wonder if you miss the endless calls and the way we fell asleep talking about everything and nothing.

As the day turns into night, the night has became something I don't want to get into as I know I'll be sleeping alone with just the silence and my thoughts.

And I'm going to pretend as if everything is okay,
And I’m not hating the nights,
Because if you was to know how lonely I was,
Maybe you'd feel sorry for me and I'd hate to be felt that way...