Waking up cold and empty every morning
Is hard and brings a lot of suffering.
Knowing you're gone and not coming back
Is the worst part of all.
My eyes are heavy
I want to sleep and never wake up
My heart is heavy, it's hard to breathe.
I stay in bed and stare blankly up at the ceiling
Hoping, wishing, that you'll come back to my life.
My head tells me you're not coming back
My heart gives in
I close my eyes
And wake up to an endless sleep
