Stuck, howled up in my bed,
Thinking everything that I did.
What if I changed what I said
Then I will not be left on read.
Reminiscing about the days,
Looking at your splendid face,
Trying to match your frantic pace
But that will never be the case
Enlighten my creased brow,
Begging you to tell me now,
Why you left, I need to know
You're gone, that hit like a bow
and the feeling is still raw...
