Alone at home is where I am,
Laying in the dark;
alone in bed.
I reminice on the times we shared,
those days we kissed;
I could feel you cared.
As I lay here,
I begin to cry 'cause now that you're gone,
I just want to die.
The memories keep crossing my mind;
searing them harshly,
I cannot put them behind.
Remember the day when we were in hall and you whispered, " I love you " and ran down the hall?
Or what of the time when you said you would always be mine,
from here on out until the end of time?
Did that mean nothing at all?
As I lay here,
I begin to think,
that you and me weren't meant to be.
But how could that be?
It just can't be true,
how could one lie about loving you?
Love is what kept us together,
people are what tore us apart,
It wasn't that you didn't love me;
you just listened to people talk.
As I lay here,
I hear my heart say,
" this is where you belong,
and in this place you will always stay. No matter what you say ,
no matter what you do,
every beat that i make,
is my song thats calling out for you."
As I lay here,
about to fall asleep,
I whisper out, " I love you baby, I know another day we will meet."
