In my room on another lonely Friday night
With my face buried in my pillow, I cry
Part of me wants to stay alive
But the other part just wants to die
As I turn my tear streamed face up at the ceiling
I can't seem to remember the last time it's looked so black
Questions of what went wrong flood my mind
Please my darling, just come back
I remain unwhole without your hand to hold
Or an arm to lend you when you are cold
My heart has become a landing zone for disaster
I don't think there's anyway to make my heart heal faster
Do you not see the person that I have become?
The one that no one wants to hang around,
The one that has lost the ability to make a sound,
The one who's lost, never to be found?
They say that this sort of thing comes with adolescence
So the doctors just prescribe anti-depressants
Yet I know the one and only cure to my broken heart
Is allowing your heart to love me, and your will to let it start
A long time ago when I asked you to follow your heart
You decided to follow your head
Now I'm the one that has to suffer
Alone on a Friday night, up in his tear filled bed
