I fall to pieces knowing you arenít with me,

knowing you are some place else without me.

I lye in my bed crying, yearning

for your body next to mine.

I yearn for your touch,

your gentle voice telling me itís okay

that you love me.

I yearn for your lips against mine

to feel your soft, bare skin against mine.

I hate the thought of you leaving me.

It burns in my mind.

Everyday I think of you.

I think of someone else with you

it hurts to think that.

But when I hear your voice telling me

that it will be okay and that you will always love me

no matter what life brings ahead

I fall to pieces knowing that I canít be with you.

Than you tell me it will be all right.

I fall to pieces.