So here I lay in bed at 5 am.
With a pain in my chest that I have only felt for you.

I've been awake for hours now wondering the truth.
I cannot ask you myself.
But will you ever tell me?

I want you to be happy again, and if you say the words, maybe you can be.
I've missed your smile I used to see.

So here I lay in bed, now 6 am.
The pain still lives in my chest.
Why am I so upset?