No words could describe the torture of solitary nights
How I sit and watch for the first sign of daylight
Because all I’ve ever known is your warm embrace
And your sweet, loving, beaming face
But now I lay alone in an icy, melancholic bed
And I cry until my throat is sore and red
This will take some time to get used to
But it has been seven long months without you
I don’t believe this feeling will come to an end
And I’m left with no closure and a broken heart to mend