Why can’t it be ME?
You write about how you’re sleeping alone, missing her, wondering what she’s up to. I know it’s not me you’re writing about, but still I go to check the source code. I’m wildly hoping that maybe there’d be a there, although I know that there won’t be. I don’t think you told anyone in your world about me.
Why couldn’t I have been enough for you? Why can’t I have you here now?