The heart it has no pity on my body
If it had hands it would still reach for you
It aches as I sit in an empty classroom missing you
It aches when I wake up and you're not here
It aches when I come home and you're not here
It aches
It aches
It aches
I loved you even though you were already lost
I loved you and became lost myself
The empty gaping hole stings
And I desperately try to rub away the distress