Midnight Thoughts

I know the patterns, I bear the scars, The bitter end of promised starts. Every hand that's quick to take, Is just another heart to break. I've had my fill of cheap excuses Of playing games I'm meant to lose You can drop the curtain, end your play, I've torn my script and walked away. This quiet space is where I mend, My own, true, and chosen friend. The pieces fit a different way, I'm whole without you here today. I bathe within this soundless grace, And finally found my resting place. You chase the high, the fleeting sound, In frantic circles, running round.  No invitation, no last chances, This isn't one of my old dances. 'Cause I was your jester for too long Begging for a place to belong. No pitying looks, no pleading eyes, This is my freedom, my goodbye. This quiet space is where I mend, My own, true, and chosen friend. The pieces fit a different way, I'm whole without you here today. I bathe within this soundless grace, And finally found my comfort place. A whisper of the old pain tries, To mist the glass behind my eyes. But it dissolves in sunlit air, I'm anchored in my own repair. This quiet space is where I mend, My own, true, and chosen friend. The pieces fit a different way, I'm whole without you here today. I bathe within this soundless grace, And finally found my comfort place. At last, just me... Finally free... At last, just me... ...in my peace.