Midnight, I've got trouble sleeping I'm making my way up to the street where we last kissed In one hand, I hold a picture of you In the other I hold the pieces of my heart In the other I hold the pieces of my heart Was my love not enough? Did I ask too much? As my heart turns to rust Over you And so long, I have trouble sleeping I can help but feeling A little insecure So unsure Was my love not enough? Did I ask too much? As my heart turns to rust Over you