Here, alone.
I'm laying here,
alone.
I'm thinking of
how it used to be.
How you layed next to me,
how you looked at me,
with those beautiful eyes
full of love.
Your mouth, kissing me,
your hands, stroking me..
our legs, crossing each other.
I looked at you,
and I knew that
you loved me.
You loved me the way I loved you.
But now
I'm laying here.
I'm laying here alone in my bed,
thinking of how it used to be
before it changed.
before you didn't feel it anymore.
the feeling went away, like the
sunshine in the evening.
You left me here,
alone.
Alone with this feeling.
The love for me left you,
the love for you stayed,
deep in my heart.
And the tears came,
like they'll never leave again.
They come every night,
when I think about you,
here,
alone.
Will I ever feel better?
Will these feelings and the tears
just leave, like that special feeling left you?
This empty feeling,
this hole in my soul,
is it going to heal?
I don't know.
I don't know if I'll ever,
ever stop missing you and
find someone else, who
fills the hole,
who can replace you,
and the empty feeling you left.
or
maybe I'll just stay here,
alone with my tears.