Why'd he do this to me?
I don't think he knows.
That I can't lay down my head anymore.
Not without wishing I could hold his hand again.
It's killing me that he's so far away.
That I can't reach over and grab his hand.
But that's life isn't it?
A mess of misery?
Forever wanting what you can't have.
I wish I could change that fact of life.
But alas I'm doomed to suffer.
Just like the rest of the world.