without you, life is desolate.
l lay in bed, as if i’m physically injured
and unable to get ready for the day.
this life without you is dark and cold,
and worst of all, dull and boring.
won’t you come back to me;
can’t you return to me;
i need you like the needle needs skin.
if you think i was thinking about you,
if you’re praying that this is about you,
you can stop now.
there is only one you,
and i never had it,
but i felt like i did once:
POWER (there is no greater feeling).