Coffee stains on my pillow case
remind me of lonely nights

The books stacked against my walls
are reminders of a lonely life

Papers all over my desk of words left
unsaid

Sheets still straightened as I never go
to bed

The only friends I have are the ones
in my head

Yet the photo frames have other
things said

Despite all the memories that's
clouded by what once had been

It's time to turn a chapter of what is to
be seen

Thoughts all over the place and I
don't know where to start

But sooner or later with these things I
must part