2 am
At this ungodly hour everything reminds me that you’re gone.
I’m here under the sheets
And I don’t feel your cold feet
Rubbing against mine anymore
Broke down as if I lost a war
Where the winner took it all
All the good left in me
And even if I know this wasn’t meant to be
coming to terms with reality is hard
Actually, it’s the worst part
But I know I’ll get through the dark
Because I do it every night
I’ll wake up from this nightmare
And I’ll see the daylight.
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
2 am
At this ungodly hour everything reminds me that you’re gone.
I’m here under the sheets
And I don’t feel your cold feet
Rubbing against mine anymore
Broke down as if I lost a war
Where the winner took it all
All the good left in me
And even if I know this wasn’t meant to be
coming to terms with reality is hard
Actually, it’s the worst part
But I know I’ll get through the dark
Because I do it every night
I’ll wake up from this nightmare
And I’ll see the daylight.
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