Too often I find myself looking for your in crowded rooms.
I'll be drunk with friends and cry about how I can't find you.
I ruin days with friends because I try to find you while walking through the mall.
I wish I could hold your hand.
I long to sleep next to you again.
But you are no longer mine.
I am no longer yours.
Too often I watch old videos of you, just to hear your voice.
Too often I lay in strangers beds hoping I'll wake up in yours.
Too often I give myself out to people in hopes you will come to me.
But it never happens.
