Awake

Last night was the first time I cried Because the hope your actions gave, died. Just.. Tell me what to do. Because every thought in my head is of you. Some say to give it time. Some say you're messing with my mind Is it true? Should I not trust anything you do? Are you breaking me purposely? Or are you trying to figure out your feelings carelessly? I have so many questions They've become my obsessions I'm loosing sleep But if I asked, I'd be a freak So my curiosity is being pushed away And I lie here awake.