Why lay here,
in this big bed,
when all I want is you?
I toss and turn,
when you're not next to me.
My hands search all night,
just hoping to feel your skin.
How could something so innocent,
mean so much?
I lay in this bed,
cold and alone,
craving your warmth,
craving your touch.
I can't sleep without you next to me,
my heart aches.
Why lay here,
in this big bed,
when you're not next to me?