As I lay awake, unable to sleep, eyes wide staring into space,
Trying hard to think of the time, to remember the happy place,
Was I soo wrong, was it my bad, was it me who started the fight?
You blame it on me, call it my fault, keep saying I was not right.
Days turn to night and nights fill with void and between us grows this space,
What happened to our mirth my love, now, you just keep pushing me away.
The ego of man will never bow, he will never admit his wrongs,
He silently writes and pours out his heart, for your touch he always longs..