I lay here in my bed thinking of you.
Thinking of what I will never be able to do again now that you're gone.
Thinking of how much I miss the touch of you stroking my hair as I drift off to sleep.
How you would always find a way to make me feel better than I ever have.
How you would care for me and make me smile.
How you would hold me whenever I asked you to.
How you always told me nice things to make me smile.
How you would protect me like I'm gold.
How you would look at me like