It's five in the morning & I haven't slept,
Your pillow is moist from the tears that I
wept
The bed is indented from where you once
laid,
let me in on this game that you play
I guess I was a fool now looking at the facts,
never thought you'd leave, or I'd want you
back
I always told you to go if you didn't like it
here,
I didn't mean it to be so loud &
clear
We threw words like knives, hoping to wound,
Why couldn't we had worked it out more soon
You never want what you have until it's gone,
I have only ever wanted you, all along
I wrote this in 1991.