weakness

as my eyes struggle to open i swear hear my name
as they sharpen into focus so does my heartache 
i remember why i'm tired now, i was up so late last night
preparing for a violent throw down within my own mind
if i knew the last time we kissed 
would be the last time we did
i would've punched you in the face
before you turned to walk away
but i suppose i would've been too weak 
what with your eyes suppressing me 
forcing my surrender to anything i'd like to believe