I lie, all alone, unable to sleep;
My thoughts of you are much too deep.
I made my choice, and I thought I was right,
But now I'm unsure, and it causes me fright
To think that, perhaps, I could have been wrong,
That I should have chosen you all along.
What can I do to be rid of this doubt?
How can I know what life's all about
If I lie here in constant worry?
My thoughts, like mice, they sniff and they scurry,
Trying to find some sense of closure;
A sign that this is truly over.
Just once, I wish I could shrug off my pain,
To give me a chance to be happy again.
But, as I lie here, I come to see
That I still need your company.
We may, in love, have parted ways,
But I'll need you the rest of my days