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