To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold utopian dream. You do something to me that I can't explain. So would I be out of line if I said I miss you?I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days, but alreadyI'm wastin away. I know I'll see you again whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care andI miss you.
BroKen. The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time. I am here stillwaitingthough I still have my doubts. I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out.
I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing.. With a brokenheartthat's still beating. In the pain there ishealing, In your name I find meaning... So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on I'm barely holdin' on to you.
The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head, I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead. I still see your reflection inside of my eyes, That are looking for purpose, they're still looking for life.
I've been the needle and the thread, weaving figure eights and circles round your head. I try to laugh but cry instead, patiently wait to hear the words you've never said. Try to guide me in the right direction. Keeping everything inside. Close my eyes and listen to you cry.