It's five in the morning & I haven't slept, Your pillow is moist from the tears that I wept The bed is indented from where you once laid, let me in on this game that you play I guess I was a fool now looking at the facts, never thought you'd leave, or I'd want you back I always told you to go if you didn't like it here, I didn't mean it to be so loud & clear We threw words like knives, hoping to wound, Why couldn't we had worked it out more soon You never want what you have until it's gone, I have only ever wanted you, all along