As I lay my head upon my pillow
Tears threaten to fall
Tonight, I will the "goodnight's" to never make it past my fingers
I do not believe when I wake I will let the "good mornings" go either
Nor will the "have a good day's"
I'll leave out the "how was work's" and "what to do for dinner's" too
Also the "kids are driving me batty's" and "what are you now up to's"
It will all circle back to me laying my head upon my pillow, my fingers itching to type
The tears threatening to spill like blood from a fresh slaughter
All from me willing to not send
*Goodnight