You slept with a smile on your face and woke up with nothing left.
What I am doing here?
You whisper my name but really it doesn’t feel the same.
I would love to leave this place but I will miss you like hell.
And so I stay and wait.
You ask me what I need.
I answer something you can not give me anymore.
You ask why I’m still here.
In this bed.
I always come back here to find what I have left.
Give it back to me please. You know what I'm talking about.