I never was an early riser

But distress does reform everyone

So me, the over analyzer,

Think I might as well become a nun

But before the wedding bells ring

I’ll remember they chime not for me

It’s my fault that my heart does sting

But how could I possibly foresee

How the past would haunt my every day

And he would help construct the future

He was the one that I pushed away

I hit my head at my blatant stupor

Today he becomes a half to a whole

And to pieces I shatter with no control