I asked her to stay but she wouldn’t listen. She left before I had the chance to say the words that would mend the things that were broken. But now it’s far too late, she’s gone away. Every night you cry yourself to sleep thinking: “Why does this happen to me? Why does every moment have to be so hard?”, hard to believe that it’s not over tonight, just give me one more chance to make it right. I may not make it through the night, I won’t go home without you.