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The days I wake up on the lonely side of the bed
taking hours not seconds to clear my head
to forget all the broken words that were said
remember that that part of me is not dead

Wishing for someone to always be here
to hold me close through the ups and downs
who only desires to have me near

The everlasting struggle the same at night
losing in darkness to the only fight
no longer seeing what is wrong or right
laying alone hidden from sight

I wish some knight could save me
whisk me from this in between
to some new form of reality

Sleep seams to for from reach
on lonely nights void of speech
but far be it from me to preach
on absent ears I beseech

But how can I come to love the night
when I have always jumped right back in
never for myself put up a fight

It is not a dignity that I own
to ever desire to be alone
a feeling that's to far from home
to something I am so prone

Still I detest the empty sheet
where for ever so long
the same warmth I would meet

I shouldn't miss you
but the idea is a different hue
I wish for anything new
Wondering not what but who

For now I can stay strong
love the empty place I lay
knowing there is nothing wrong

In being a single me
a solitary sight they never see
something I never thought I would be
but this time I must disagree

I have the strength to make it through this night
to calm myself into this lonesome slumber
and understand that even the loneliest times can be right