Broken lifes

Broken glass from your picture frame lays on my floor.
But if I pick it up it'll hurt me even more.
I lay on my bed and cover my face as I cry.
I think about just how much I'm leaving behind.

It doesn't make sense, I just don't understand.
I'm having trouble going on, without the lead of your hand.
I can't make it through, not yet another day.
It should be clear by now that I'm far from okay.

I wipe my eyes, and fake a laugh.
And make it seem that it's all in my past.
But I can't pretend anymore, I have to come clean
I want you to understand just what I mean.

Don't walk away, please don't turn your back.
I need to know, if you miss what we had.
Is it just me? Or do you feel it too?
Or did we waste all those moments that we went through?

I need to hear your voice whispering in my ear.
Can't you see how much I need you here?
I need to smell your sweet cologne as you hold me tight.
'cause thats all I've ever known, that felt even close to right.