The Me That Used To Be.

3 a.m.

No sleep tonight.

Try as I might

I am losing this fight

to fill the emptiness

inside my heart.

Long lonely nights

In conversations with You

But the only one talking is me.

Try as I might

I am losing this fight

to find the us that

We used to be.

The pain that I feel

is sadly quit real

as the night drags on

into the morn.

One day I will find

that the pain is gone

and the us that was,

will become

The Me That Used To Be.