I was hoping it would feel better to talk about my pain, but it doesn't.
|In the night is when it hurts the worst, when I'm used to your arms holding me.
This broken person I've become cries out for the other half of my soul.
Only you feel right for me, no one else. Only you can complete me.
You were the one who held me when I was hurt and sad.
How can you help me when you are the one who broke me?
How do I fix myself when you were the glue that held me together?
In the night is when all I want is for you to come back to me.