Lately I’ve been losing sleep,
My pillow wet as I weep,
A shattered vase a metaphor,
For damaged love that is no more.
I never meant any malice or spite,
I always thought you’d put up a fight,
If I’m not worth your time of day,
Then maybe it was right to walk away.
A sticking plaster covers my heart,
Hides the fact that we’re apart,
Lately I’ve been loosing sleep,
This secret of mine buried so deep.