Baby, It's 3 a.m.

So I wake up, when suddenly I dream of yours. So pretty so nasty and childish then we smile and small kiss one another. I loved playing with you. It feels you loves me so much, and you love cuddling with me. That was sweet dream.

So I wake up with tears, when I realize it will never come back. At that time, we was, we're too young to understand, we're to immature to feel, we're too egoist, we don't know the right things to react. 

So I wake up from my dreams, my dreams of yours, when my mind is fill of yours, your warmth body, your lips, your body scent, your hands, your face, your eyes, your nose, your hair, your voice. What, well, every things about you that I know, I love them all.

So I wake up in 3 a.m. thinking about you, about the time has passed, about regret but egoist, then I know that I will not be mature when I think of you, when I speak with you, when I be with you. Cause, everything will never be the same.

So I wake from my reality, that you are not belongs to me, so much regret, so much disappointment I get it from you, so much problems that couldn't be done cause a sentence "there are things better unsaid". 

Mad. Yes, I'm mad. Cause I love you, I love you so much and I can't help it. All I can do is just praying all the best for you. But please, don't be with someone who is one kind of you. Don't do that in front of me. But, please don't lie from me.

Baby, it's 3 a.m. had you on my mind.