Laying in my comfy bed. Are you tired? No not yet,
Thoughts are flowing through my head; dude I gotta catch my breath.
Since the day that you left, all I've been is just a mess.
All this stress is killing me; what happened to me being your queen?
I'm seeing now what I should have seen, like a shooting start underneath the tree.
You were my wish, you were my dream; but now it seems like we were nothing.
Nothing but a love story in a book.
Nothing but a song with out a catchy hook.
Nothing but the invisiable look, you gave me when you took, your final steps away.