Can't you see,
what you did to me?
Your the reason I can't sleep,
at least not so deep.
I keep seeing your perfect face,
and skirt with all the lace.
And I hear you desperate cry,
when you stopped to try.
Now I see the glittering moon,
with hope that you'll be home soon.
You said you'd be there,
but I need you here.
And I see the glittering moon,
and gone is the hope that you'll be home soon.
Now can my feelings no longer be tied,
becouse of the memories of when you died.