There's a storm
outside
and all I can do is wonder
if you're laying in that bed that isn't yours,
trying to deny the truth
as the thunder rumbles across the sky.
I wonder if you're feeling half as lonely as I do at
night.
I wonder if there is ever a time you think
"Damn, I wish she was here."
Or if there is ever a time
that you just really want to break down
and stop smiling through the pain you don't tell anyone
about.
