As I lie here in my bed,
I think of how fast I lost you.
How in a little amount of time my life became so empty.
My friends say there will be other, but I don’t think their right.
I pick up the phone to call you one last time.
But hang up before they answer.
The blood left my body and my legs have gone weak.
If I had stayed on I would have know the truth.
That we would never kiss again or hold your hand.