He's finally coming to realize that this time she's left him for good.
I tried to paint a picture of the pain that comes when you lose someone.
What Do You Do?
It’s after three a.m. and she’s not home yet
The ticking clock pounds loudly in the hall
I got goosebumps on my skin as it finally sinks in
She’s probably not coming home at all
If it was the first time, I’d feel different
But it’s happened many times before
I’ve been in deep denial for a long, long while
That someday she wouldn’t be here any more
What do you do when it’s finally over?
Is there a cure, to heal this deep-down pain?
And can you tell me why I shouldn’t curl up and die?
When she’s not coming home again
It’s after three a.m. and she’s not home yet
The ticking clock pounds loudly in the hall
I got goosebumps on my skin as it finally sinks in
She’s probably not coming home at all
What do you do when it’s finally over?
Is there a cure, to heal this deep-down pain?
And can you tell me why I shouldn’t curl up and die?
When she’s not coming home again
*Copyright 2011 John A. Eimen*