Gone

It's a windy night.
I sit next to the window,
looking up to all stars,
and that brightly full moon.

With a cup of coffee to make me awake,
and my usual cigar to clean my brain.
I've been missing you.
It hurts me and feel like crying.
Do you miss me?
Cause my life in a messy.
Do you ever think about me?
No, I don't think so.
Cause you're the one turns me into this.
I don't want to get up and back to facts.
I don't want to accept those facts.
I just want you to be with.
Why do you have to go?

I know God loves you.
But didn't He know that I love you too.
I promised to be a good girl if you come back,
swear to God.
I begging Him here to return you back,
but I know I have to accept the facts.

You're gone and here I am alone,
have cigga and coffee all in a time.
I need you to stop me doing this,
cause I know I can't take care of myself.