Fighting to my eyes dry,
The green keeps me high,
Wasted as time flies by,
MISSING YOU

Watching my hands as they shake,
Raised to my head to settle it's quake,
All the while my heart aches,
MISSING YOU

In bed I hold my pillow tight,
Often recalling the sight,
Our bodies spooning in the night,
MISSING YOU

It's time like this I feel empty...without bliss,

I contemplate our fates...and how they twist,

Obsessively staring at knives...then at my wrists,
MISSING YOU