The house is quiet & cold,
without you here to hold.
Days are getting longer,
nights are getting darker.
Counting the days to go by,
while I wonder why
I can never say goodbye.
Within a few weeks you’ll be back with me
& we’ll have fun like it used to be.
Waking up with you by my side
watching our playing daughter with pride.
But now I have to live each day
Ending it with a pray
A pray with tears in my eyes
Cause I want you here with me
No surprise…
One day I’ll get used to the time when you’re gone,
but I don’t think I’ll get used to be alone…