She's gone...
There's still a space for her in my bed...
There's still room for her in my head...
I can't get her off my mind,
and i have regrets...
There are some things i wish i'd never done...
Most things i wish i'd never said.
I haven't lost any sleep
yet the thoughts i tried to bury keep on rising from the dead...
The self doubts...
The second guessing...
Uninvited guests.
If only things could change...
If only things were the way they once were...
I know how it ended
and it hurt...
And everyone knows...
And everyone cries alone...
Still, people talk and people say,
'He'll heal... Mentally and physically...'
He'll unwind...
He'll be greeted by outstretched hands and kind words...
He'll look more to the future and think less of the past....
That's killing time.
He showed himself strong...
He could deal with adversity...
He had too much self confidence to be down too long...
To get on with life was a certainty.
He'd been thinking about her too much...
Minutes turned into hours...
Days turned into weeks...
And although he had a purpose there was still a lot on his mind...
In her arms he once found relief...
But she's gone
and after all this time in a fog of grief
he has finally found peace. | 
