My phone rang a few times last night,
Each time I wished it was you,
But every time I check
It was someone else,
That was tough to do;
I closed my eyes last night,
In hopes when I opened them you'd be by my side,
But when I did,
I was faced with the truth
That you were gone;
I weep by your grave,
I weep in our bed,
I just want to be where you are;
Now if you really must know how I am,
I should let you know,
I'm not doing so well,
Since you've been gone,
You told me to be happy,
But I just can't move on,
And it's tough.