I don't like the night.
At night, you got the perfect time to overthink and overanalyze a situation that is already over.
When you can't sleep, in your tiny little head all those taughts kill every piece of your soul that remains unbroken.
You remeber a sentence, a fragrance, a look.
You try to make up the perfect goodbye, the perfect reconciliation but it ain't heping.
Things were decided before you got the timp to say something to defend yourself. You got no choice.
And in the end, you're the one who remains alone.