Lonely Only Three in the Morning and still I can't sleep, The horrors that haunt me keep me awake, Three in the morning and still I lie here, Trying to save you again and again, Three in the morning with tear stained cheeks, Thinking if only i had been watching the road, Three in the morning I hear the tyres squeal, Watching the burning and useless attempts, Three in the morning you used to lay here, Six feet under with the roots and the worms. You were my only and now I am lonely, The only lonely one in the bed, Struggling to sleep without scented skin, Struggling to sleep without such whispers, The way you'd save me from every day #life, I now must live it alone, no choice but to morn in black and in white, It matters not how nor when nor where, You must just know that whatever the weather, The time or the place, I, your lonely only will be thinking of you.