Used

Blah blah, old poem I wrote and remembered while singing in the shower the other day. I actually would love to add a chorus and make it a song, but I don't play anything.

Laying in bed staring off into space
Didn't take much time to imagine your face
Lying next to me
Happy as we used to be

In my room these four walls closing in
It's my personal tomb
And I'm lying here
You're not next to me
Happy as we used to be

Ceiling fan spins at a steady pace
But I can't seem to forget
That look upon your face
You were next to me
Scared you never used to be

Lights shine in
Your smile disappears
My cheek moist
With your tears
You're not next me
You're not next to me