Absence makes the heart go insane,
At 3:17 on a Friday morning the darkness smothers me in pain.

I hold heavy thoughts and my mascara stained sheets, 
Endless what ifs and true foolishness meets.

Clutching my head tears blurring the shapes I can see,
I sit up and discover the only person here is me.

It's just me who understands and just me who hears me cry,
This pattern of realisation is to consistent to deny.

When you tell me I'm not alone your words must be false,
You're not the one engulfed in sadness with an Absence in their pulse.

You keep telling me I'm not alone but when I can't hear his breath,
I'm abandoned,forgotten,living in dark loneliness.