/ lips of an angel

woke up in the middle of my sleep, and started thinking.
i dont know why, but i woke up feeling sad.
i'm getting sick and tired at 11.45pm

i thought about many things
i remember the many things i didn't get to ever say
the many regrets i've had
the mistakes i've made

i would think that i'm dying a little more inside,
because there's something that's missing, from everything
i've got all the words i've wanted to say all in my head,
but i can't say them.

sometimes i'd wish to run, run far away.
to anywhere it wouldn't matter
i miss my childhood


When you go,
Would you even turn to say,
"I don't love you
Like I did
Yesterday"