Good-night.

In the middle of the night
when everyone's asleep
I sit all alone in my room
and all I can do is think.

I think about you,
and I think about me.
I think about us,
and how we're meant to be.

I think about the past,
and I think the future.
I think about us,
and the ways we've matured.

I think about your happiness,
and sometimes I think about mine.
I think about us,
and what could possibly be on your mind.

I think too much sometimes,
and these thoughts cloud my mind.
They make me hard to understand,
but the thing is, they're mine.

I can think what I want,
whether I should or not.
I'd prefer it if I didn't sometimes,
but I can't make myself stop.

In the middle of the night,
I sit in my room and think.
As the hours pass by me
faster than I can blink.

Sometimes I wonder,
"Where did the time go?"
As the hours move faster
when I'm sitting all alone.

Then I go to bed,
free to dream my thoughts away.
To wake up in the morning,
back to feeling okay.