Started the day at 5:30 this morning
Still half asleep, reached toward her pillow
No one there, she left before daybreak
A brief kiss on the cheek introducing heartaches
A flip of her hair as she walked out the door
I won't see her anymore
She want to be the world's finest actress
Or did she say a famous ballerina
Either way, I'll be left here
While far away, she won't remember
All the simple things we used to do
Why does she need something new?
She doesn't feel the need to be close to someone
Too many dreams, different roads to follow
But perhaps, someday she'll be returning
Maybe call, talk about the old times
But still it seems that those are all gone
How can I carry on?
Live my life in these empty spaces
Trapped in the clouds, no sunshine in sight
Still have my hopes, but until she returns
I'll be living in quiet desperation
