I can not help but fret
knowing that they all will bet
if you will call tonight
or pass another silent fight.
I can not help but cry
knowing that I am not sure why
pain is where I have to be
without you calming me.
My heart can not help but race
knowing that I am not in your embrace
each night before you go to bed
with my scent swimming through your head.
My head can not help but spin
knowing that I could have been
laying there with you
but these wishes are merely wishes;
not ready to come true...