If I Have To Ask

This is a rough draft of something that just ocurred to me. Call it therapy or a coping mechanism, I had to share it with you. Thanks for listening.

If I have to ask
What's wrong with you?
It's way too late
The damage done.

The day is long
Years gone by
You're weary now
My heart's not in it any more.

If I have to ask
What's wrong with you?
It's way too late
The damage done.

Love estranged
Strangers living side by side
In the same room
You said goodbye
Now this sad song.

If I have to ask
What's wrong with you?
It's way too late
The damage done.

Night has come
My bed is cold
I hear no breathing
But my own
Good night my love
Sweet dreams of freedom
Unchained.

And if I have to ask
What's wrong with you?
It's way too late
It could never last
Me being me
You being somebody else
I once knew
The end
My friend.