Life feels so out of step, I woke up, one morning, far too late. I wonder if you've been here, for the pillow still smells of you. Dreams disappear and reality blinds me. I feel I stalled the day you chose to go your way. My world has turned around, the colours all washed out, the bed so empty since you spread your wings and flew. If it's not going to be, Why does it feel so wrong when you're not here? Beautiful memories so worse when you're not here. Where are you? My door is ajar, if you come home.
Adapted from a song by Joey Moe