In the Dead of Night I lay awake.
Scared awake by my own fright.
I reach for your comfort, but all I find
Are handfuls of fabric.
I clutch them tight, and think of you.
It's like a dream, but I don't care.
I whisper your name, but to no avail.
So I cry it out, but your not there.
Funny, the way life works like that.
I'm there for you, in a moments time.
Just call, or yell, or scream, or cry,
I'll the there in the blink of your eye.
But when I call for you, your never there,
Because in your hear, you really don't care...