it's three am, and i'm alone with my thoughts. (it's a dangerous place for a little girl to be in the middle of the night) and i'm playing your words over and over in my head, to remember a piece of you that i lost so long ago. and i feel like walking; feel like escaping for awhile. but there's no light to brighten the dark corridors of my mind. so i sit here, and i run my fingers over your photo, and i miss the boy that i never had.
