As I lay awake in bed,
a voice whispers in my ear...

My wounds are open,
for all the world to see...

Laying in bed alone,
wishing you were here...

How do I let go
When all I want is him...

Everyday that passes,
brings the moment near...

Sitting under a moon,
that's so full and bright...

In this book
Of my life...

Lately you've been distant,
never there when I call...

Forever anchored to my coffin,
the unholy dirt of my grave...

Not being with you,
tears me up inside...

Before I found you,
everyday was the same...

The cover is written in blood,
the words written in tears...