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

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 have trouble sleeping

I can 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