Insomnia.

I apologize for all the times,
For all the hours I made you mad,
I had no intention of my crimes,
And remember the good times we had?

Now I stand in the rain,
Trying to feign my pain,
To figure what I had done,
To loath you as the one.

Look at those teary eyes,
As wet as the gray sky,
Angry at the things not said,
Your eyes are crimson red.

And the bed is awfully cold,
Making me feel way too old,
Gone is the foreign yesterday,
Shame that I still live today.

I know my excuses have no weight,
And even though this meeting was late,
I'll try to make you have one last smile,
And ask you to stay for awhile.

Gone was our fragile love,
I never deserved from you,
Because fate is unjust,
And I'm dead too.