Dirt

Painful taste is what she gave
Now I’m trying to be brave

There’s a lump in my throat
There’s some dirt in my eyes
You disappeared from me
Now I’m back here all alone

Stuck here lying in my bed
Thinking, questions fill my head

Why must we be separated?
It’s just not fair
Not what I had anticipated
My hand’s still bare

Waiting, waiting up for you
Hoping that you miss me, too