I lay here,
all alone.
Going on,
with you still gone.

Holding tears back,
from my own face.
I can call home now,
just any place.

I 'm such a mess,
you don't appear.
There's so much stress,
it's been a year.

Where are you,
most likely to be?
I ask for you!
But your face I cannot see.

And I still lay here,
crippled by fear,
and you 're still somewhere.
this isn't fair.