Four Hours Ago (In My Bed)

I’am now back in my bed.
Alone and more insecure than ever.
Just four hours ago I was lying here, crying.
Agonizing myself of losing you.
Questioning myself and the wind of what am I lacking?
What am I to someone like you?
In just two words my heart shattered.
In just one move, I lose all my strenght.
I was at lost, for an instant.

I’am now back in my bed.
Playing the new track that just have been created four hours ago.
Watching it in full color in my head,
listening to it in the loudest volume
and trying to fathom it, deeply,
like my life is depending on it,
which at the moment, I believe it does.

I’am now back in my bed.
I realized that I’am not really afraid of losing you.
It is not enough.
There’s something more, something tragic.
‘Coz I’am more than terrified that I might also lose myself in the process.

I’am now back in my bed.
With a clearer vision that I’am not perfect.
I’am breakable and fragile.
I’am neither strong nor brave.
Not even unique nor precious.
I’am just something that is replaceable
and can get easily discarded.
Which might have been the case, if not four hours ago.


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