I miss your soft lips, I miss your white sheets, I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek. I see your face in strangers on the street. I still say your name when I’m talking in my sleep. And in the limelight, I play it off fine. But I can’t handle it when I turn off my nightlight. The life is fading from me, while you watch my heart bleed. I would give it all to not be sleeping alone.