I sit, disturbed by the creaking of the floorboards,
Thinking of you, imagining you're lying next to me,
My duvet is sliding off the edge of the bed,
It's like you're tugging it from me,
Stealing it away, holding it back,
Just like something holds me back from you.

Biting my nails nervously, watching the rain fall,
Pattering the window pane gently,
Blurring my vision as if you are behind the glass,
It makes me angry, I squeeze my pillow tightly,
Digging my fingertips deeper and deeper,
I rage that you are not here.

I'm trying to swallow the lump in my throat,
I can't hold back, my face swells to a blood red,
There's a dagger in my heart,
Twisting deeper and deeper, rubbing in the pain,
You're not here, you can't make me better,
Soft sound of your voice calms me, I love you.