Ritual

Late at night I have a ritual,

In bed I ask myself the same questions,

Where did you go?

Will I get to love you how I want to?

Why did you leave?

Do you hate me like I hate myself?

Late at night I cry silent tears,

My ritual is the same since december eleventh,

All I can do is remember,

All I do is think about the things I could've said to make you leave.