I can’t
sleep, I can’t think,
I don’t
even feel like having a drink,
I am
moody and withdrawn,
Only
cause baby, you are gone.
Music only reminds me of you,
Waiting
for the days when it only would be us two,
Weekends
are nothing short of torture,
Save
me from myself, from this horror.
My
guitar lies somewhere forgotten,
As
it only made me sound a bit broken,
But
I am waiting, months, weeks and days,
The
time now slipping past like haze.
I realize
I have been in love,
I haven’t
ever prayed but now I talk to someone above,
These
feelings I can’t even begin to explain,
If
you don’t come back soon I may go insane.
The
days are slow and the nights endless,
I
sit and feel so helpless,
Please
come back home soon,
For
it has already been past three full moons.
