Wide Awake
You're not here at night. When it gets dark and cold. You're not here. I bite my lip and hold my breathe. I want you and I need you and I'm scared and lost. And you're not here. I look at the sky but its black. When hope is missing and love is dried and drained. You're not here. When my heart and tears cry out your name. You're not here. When the sun shines and the warm wind blows, you're here. But when I need you the most, you're not here.
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