Awake

Awake
By: Brett Matthes

Awake in bed again
The clock face says half past four
Why, oh why won't my mind let me sleep
I don't want to think about her anymore

I can't shake her image from my head
I can't stop thinking about her eyes
A green so perfect, so rich and dark
They flicker when she lies

The scent of her perfume is exquisite
It's got an immaculate bouquet
It makes my knees weak when she walks close to me
It pains me to walk away

It's over, it's done
We both knew that when I closed the door
So why can't I stop caressing her with my thoughts
I don't want to feel this way anymore