To myself I lie, but the heart isn’t a fool
It causes pain, that in the night does rule
It keeps me from sleep, it keeps me from pleasant dream.
Tears of burden and tears of pain
I can smell you in the night
Aroma’s from my pillows, my sheets, my soul, wrap me tight
Never letting me forget you where once there
And now those pillows lie cold and bare
I walk alone, no matter how anyone else loves me
My heart and soul are always tied to thee
I hate these lies, I wish I could feel free
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