Stars are shining in the dark sky.

Making it brighter.

I know I'm not calling.

And neither are you.

Maybe you don't care.

Maybe you do.


Wind is blowing through the warm summer night.

Making it warmer.

I know something is ending.

And so are you.

Maybe I don't care.

Maybe I do.


Birds are chirping in the rustling trees.

Making them louder.

I say it's alright.

I say I'm happy.

Maybe it's a lie.

Maybe it's true.


The point is I don't know.

Making life harder.

I think it's to much.

I'm tired of you.

Maybe this is enough.

Maybe it'll do.