My mornings have never been the same
I wake and realize you're gone and go insane
My coffee doesn't seem to have the same taste
I pour it down the drain - what a waste
I put on my coat and walk out the door
I stop and think - we won't be walking out together anymore
The songs on the radio fill my head
I hear sad songs that remind that you're dead
I get to work and put on my happy face
I am lucky - I have some good friends in this place
They don't need to know all the pain in me
Everyone has their own little insanity
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