Write me a Story Show how you feel I know that it's getting old These nights Call me a run away Oh how it fits When you need me there with you And I'm not I'm sitting there alone inside of me but it's self inflicted The call was mine to own A worried state of mind, confusion set when the tables shifted Leaving you alone Time tells All these steps And how we're running We fell into love But now we're holding These days with our breath And now I'm guessing I'm this waste of time? Are these just wasted nights? I hope there's a purpose I hope that it sticks When we can look back and see that this All was meant to fit I hope you can trust me But I get if you don't I don't have a lot of proof from what I've given here I'm sitting there alone inside of me but it's self inflicted The call was mine to own A worried state of mind, confusion set when the tables shifted Leaving you alone Time tells All these steps And how we're running We fell into love But now we're holding These days with our breath And now I'm guessing am I this waste of time? Are these just wasted nights?