My bedroom is empty,
With just me in my bed,
I can hear you breathing,
But its all in my head.
I can't relax, it's as if,
My pillow is made out of lead.

Nothing to hold,
Tigger doesn't hug back,
I spread my arms,
You're warmth I lack,
Your touch I desire,
I feel the lonliness attack.

If I did nothing wrong,
Then why do I feel I'm to blame?
Like we were a candle,
And I blew out the flame,
But you held the gun,
And my heart, you took aim...