jag har fortfarande linte lyckats somnat, hatar när det blir såhär.


I miss your soft lips
I miss your white sheets
I miss the scratch of your
Unshaved face on my cheek
And this is so hard
'Cuz I didn't see
That you were the love of my life
And it kills me

I see your face in strangers on the street
I still say your name
When I'm talking in my sleep
And in the limelight
I play it all fine
But I can't handle it
When I turn off my night light