I sit on my bed and begin to cry,
I try to pull myself together
but it gets harder every time.
Everything used to be so easy
but now it seems so hard.
I wish I could go back to a different sense of time.
When I met you, you taught me to be carefree
but since we've been apart I find it hard to be the real me.
Each night I hold my pillow tight, reminiscing of the days,
when everything felt right.
I hold the pictures of us in my hand,
asking myself why I give a damn.
Everyone says that it’ll get better soon,
But I don’t see how it could.
The only thing that could make it better
is having you close,
holding me in your arms,
Keeping me from any harm.
Tell me what I did that made us fall apart,
Was it something I did
Or something I said?
Tell me why I lay awake
And why I cant get your face out of my head.
I look at my pillow,
and wish that it was you.
Now all I need to know is if you’re feeling this too.
