Now that you're gone,
I'll have to survive somehow,
Without you and your love,
What am i going to do now?
As the day comes to an end,
On my heart the sun will set,
In my bed all alone,
With the pieces of me that are left.
I wake up alone,
And as hard as i try,
I seem to always break down,
And do nothing but cry.
I can imagine a room that is crowded,
And believe that it's true,
But amongst all the noise,
I'm still alone without you.
So the days and nights pass,
My heart will eventually mend,
But it's true what they say,
Good things must come to an end.
-Jasmine Barlas
