Four teardrops linger upon my cold cheek
Clinging to you in spite of our morning
I silently dread the end of this week
Your missing goodnight was my first warning
I'm gripping the glass --certain it will break
Millions of pieces will scatter around
My mind feels dizzy, my hands release faith
Souless, I watch it crash hard to the ground
Your voice sounds empty, lonely and tired
Don't you remember that I feel it too?
Something has left you so uninspired
Like an overcast day clouds a bright view
The irony of trying hard to stay
Is I always push you farther away
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