Waking Up Number 1...Maybe, It's just wishful thinking.

These walls say it's 4am in this room where I'm confined to spend the night alone without you. I can't eat and I can't sleep all i can do is just think about you, and what you do. I scream so loud in my mind for you. You can't hear it but it's bloody loud, for you. I'm like a television on mute seeing my pain in expression but hearing nothing to back it up. Maybe I'm not as close as i thought, or maybe you're just too far away.