I hate being alone. Lonely. Lost. Buried in the covers of my bed, wanting to cry my heart out. I want him back. But that's all a dream now. Cause I know he is gone. I regret looking down on you. What we shared was real. I sleep to dream of you, yet your face is getting dimmer and more blurred with every lonely night. I want you to hold me in your arms again. But it will never happen.