When you've finally resigned
yourself to fall asleep

instead of Yearning
for the last attentions from loved ones,

when you lay in your bed
Where you were once kissed..
and all of your thoughts turn
to those who you miss

though, there was never really love     
    in their eyes
it was on their Lips,

and you were drunk on their lies.
you miss the feeling of possibility,       
   the hope of so desired affection.

And now you have no chances
Of being tucked into bed
Of no kisses tonight..

and now

you have no one

to tell you

goodnight.