I’m sick and I’m suffering, I struggle every day
I’m missing the one thing for which I always kneel and pray
Your love, your care, your smiling face
The lack of which, puts me in this place

I’m sick, I can’t stop thinking of you
I struggle every day just to make it through
I’ve come to terms that you’re my one
The person with whom, I belong when it’s done

But the pain and struggle, it comes from the fact
That, right now, you don’t feel the same way back
Maybe one day, you’ll feel that way again
I wish I could know that it would happen, and when...