Sometimes I roll over and see you laying next to me
And all of a sudden I know it's a dream
Or maybe a nightmare
The memory of your sleeping face is burned into my head
The only time you ever looked peaceful
And yet I never want to see it again
Like the cry of a banshee
It's a warning of what could have been
Or almost was
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
Sometimes I roll over and see you laying next to me
And all of a sudden I know it's a dream
Or maybe a nightmare
The memory of your sleeping face is burned into my head
The only time you ever looked peaceful
And yet I never want to see it again
Like the cry of a banshee
It's a warning of what could have been
Or almost was
