God I pray he could be right here.
Telling me that he can feel... just how I feel.
Because I am sitting by myself, praying with my soul
that he would hold me close.
But, oh! There he goes.
And, whoops! There I go.
I hit the ground, at my lowest point.
He will never know how my heart aches, how I can not eat, can not think, and sometimes I just can not be.
God bring him back, back into my arms, and into my life.
Change his mind, as I follow your path.
Because without him, I am not me.
