The city feels clean this time of night just empty streets and me walking home to clear my head. And though it came as no surprise. I'm affected more than I had guessed. By what was said. If this loves not meant to be. If a hearts not ready to open. If the naked eye won't see. It's broken. It's that quiet time before the dawn. And I'm half past making sense of it. Was I wrong? Should I think to give it all. In a world where not much ever seems to last long. If this loves not meant to be. If a hearts not ready to open. If the naked eye won't see. It's broken.