Every morning there’s a grayness
I pull the sheets over my head
And I pray for the evenings
That I can get back into my bed
Beyond the window sun is shining
But the light never finds my face
It seems that since you’ve left me
I’ve been living in this daze
On your pillow just your teardrops
Drying with the days
And the pain is like an ocean
It comes in restless waves
Now all that’s left is heartache
A cold and cruel machine
It spreads through me like poison
The ache of memory
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