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