I don’t know what you loved in me.
Maybe the picture of somebody you were hoping I might be?
Awake again, I can’t pretend. And I know I’m alone, and close to the end of the feeling we’ve known.
How long have I been sleeping?
How long have I been drifting alone through the night?
How long have I been dreaming I could make it right, if I could close my eyes and try with all my might to be the one you need?