I’m sure
your star
shines
brightly,Up
there
in the
sky.I
search
for it
nightly,But it
always
passes
me by.
Polaroid Memories
I can no
longer
look at
at your
faceMy
eyes I
have to
sheatheFor
tears
begin
to flow
at paceAnd I
can no
longer
breathe
Many A Moon
As that
day draws
ever closerThe pain
cannot be
avoidedTo think
it was just
a year agoWhen my
whole world
imploded
Unrequited (Part One)
Did you always love him?
Yes
Did he always love you?
No
Did that change anything?
Never
A Different Coat
I cried for
hours this
morning
I found your
notebook in
my pocket
Now I’ve
started to
read it
I don’t
know how
to stop it
I Reckon I Could
I reckon
I could
manage
todayIf I
could
see
your
face
againI reckon
I could
find
a wayIf I
could
hear
your
voice
againI reckon
I could
try to
be okayIf I
could
hold
your
hand
againI reckon
I could
probably
stayIf I
could
kiss
your
lips
again
Home Sweet Home
They say
you can
never go
home
againAnd I’m
starting
to believe
that’s
trueFor all
that resides
here now
is a world
of painAnd
far too
many
memories
of you
Just Me
Life was
cruel to him
And people
were cruel too
It was only me
who was kind
Me who stuck by
him like glue
The Tree By Moonlight
One by
one the
leaves
have
fallenAnd I
can no
longer
see your
shadowI
suppose
it is
Autumn
after allAnd all
hope
I must
now
forego
One Year Ago
If I
just
don’t
think
about
itThen
maybe
that
day
won’t
comeI’m
just
not
sure
I can
face itWhen
all
is
said
and
done
Speaking In Tongues
I
miss
your
kissThat
much
is
trueThere’s
no
one
elseThat
kisses
like
you
Dreaming
Not only
did I
sleep
last nightI
also
dreamt
of youI
woke
up
cryingWith
my
insides
dyingOh why
can’t my
dreams
come true?
The Lamp
I should
have been
more careful
with what
I wished forBecause
I never
wanted it
to end like
this at all
Our House
Nothing in this house
makes sense anymore
Madness lurks
behind every door
Memories of all
the love we swore
Leave my head in a spin
and my heart on the floor
Flowers
You never
once
bought
me flowers
Which used
to make
me mad
Now I don’t
give a fuck
about any
of that stuff
I just
want you
back
The Anniversary
It will
soon be
a year,
without
you here,
and I
don’t
know
what
to do.For I’m
still
nowhere
near,
facing
my fear,
or the
reality
of losing
you.Xxx
Home Alone
It’s Friday night
And I’m here alone
In this house
We used to call home
There’s nothing left now
Just an empty shell
With me here alone
Living through hell
Without You
Life is
just so
shit
without
youI’ve got
nothing
left to
hold
on toIf
only
you were
still
hereThen I’d
have
nothing
left
to fear
That Split Second
When I saw you
sleeping there
I couldn’t help
but stop and stare
Probably because
I was drunk too
Although nowhere
near as drunk as you
I had to walk over
and poke the bear
Happy
I
miss
you,I
miss
us,I wish we
could just
go back,To
how it
wasBefore
all
of this.Before
things turned
to shitAnd we
were
happy.Because
we were
happy.I
was
happy.Wasn’t I?
The Bookshop (1)
I went
in there
just now
The one
I went into
with you
They were
playing
your song
on the radio
And because
you would
have smiled,
I smiled too
Your Birthday
Yesterday
we
remembered
you.Together,
in this
city, just
us two.We laughed,
and smoked
and drank
too much beer.Both of us
wishing you
were still
fucking here.Xxx
Regret (1)
I will never be able to express
How much I regret
All those times
I never held your hand
That
It’s
just not
right
That you
won’t be
here when
I look
tonight
It’s
just not
fair
That I’ll
reach for
your hand
and it won’t
be there
The Removal Van
All
my dreams
are dead.All that’s left
is this room
inside my head,Where you
once lived.I wish
you’d move
back in.
A Living Hell
Damned am I
who has been
torn in twoDamned am I
who fell in
love with you
Your Shirt
I still have it.
Your shirt.
I can feel it.
I can smell it.
I just wish you were still here.
Wearing it.
The Psychic
She told me this would happen
When we met many moons ago
She knew you were in jeopardy
That you would reap what you sow
She sent an angel to watch over you
While I sat and took the piss
I wish I’d realised then that it would all end like this
The Robbery
Your illness
robbed you
of your lifeAnd it
robbed me
of my mindYour death
still cuts me
like a knifeSo to
madness I’m
now inclined
Your Voice
You have
to stop
talking
to me
I know
you’re
not really
there
Are you..?
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