Midnight

I've got trouble sleeping

I'm making my way up to the

Street where we last kissed

In one hand

I hold a picture of you

In the other

I hold the pieces of my heart

Was my love not enough?

Did I ask too much?

As my heart turns to dust

Over you...

And so long

I've got trouble sleeping

I can't help but feeling a little insecure

So unsure...

Was my love not enough?

Did I ask too much?

As my heart turns to dust

Over you...