A Wasted Night at the Metro One more night lying in my bed, I'm forced to look at a picture of you. Instead Of kissing your cheek, for goodnight, And pulling the covers around you tight. In my dreams, it will happen there. I wake trying to hold back a tear. Because, you to me, are a mystery. I wonder if you join me in my misery. I've loved you for years, but I like you now. Tell me if we can ever work this out. I never asked when it came, Now that feeling has turned to shame. The time will come soon enough for me, I've planned it out so perfectly. I wish that this was the final day That I had to spend away. But for now, while I'm gone, Please don't forget me and this song. - Benjamin A. Page
