And Now I'll Be Moving On, Far Away From You

I’m beginning to see what I’ve lost..
Regrets left me lying on my bed, thinking “what if”..
Staring at my window I see light passing through..
Gradually filling the room..
“6:03 a.m.”
It’s already morning and I’ve yet to sleep..
Where’s the sense in waiting if I could move away?
So tell me this,
“You’re someone I can’t fool, won’t fool. And I’m not ready”
And then I think,
“What the hell? I’m wasting my time writing this down when I can be somewhere else having fun”
Then I realize,“Shit.. This is so wrong…”
*gets up and leaves the house*
Life…
It’s a little complicated, yes.
But It gets more puzzling when you’re around.