Again

Another night alone.

Another day where I thought we would have time. Another night where things fall behind and you'll be late. Another night where I end up saying forget it because it's not worth it. Another night where I don't bother saying that it's not worth it to me. Been there and done that, and don't need to keep repeating it. Another night where I kind of just want this to be over.

Another night, another excuse, another disappointment.