Once again, I'm lying here alone in this bed,
in what I once called my home.
Now it's an uncomfortable place,
filled with unease and ghost memories
of a time which has long surpassed us.
It's so cold here, alone in the darkness.
The smell has changed since you left;
now I breathe in the stench of must and mould.
Nothing feels the same anymore
and I know this is my entire fault.
I'd give anything to have you back.
The good days and the bad,
anything just to have you back in my arms again.
But I know you don't feel the same
and this house is getting emptier by the day.
