A song to sing but nothing to bring

Crying keeps me up at night,
Thinking of all we have been though,
Even when I'm finally alright,
My pillow is wet for me to go..

So I turn over and dip back into what I shouldn't have begun,
Thinking of everything we did together,
Thinking of all we could have done,
Everything I could have ever..

But you turned away,
Packed up your things and moved away,
A store bought card that can't say,
Not even a short delay..

Out the door and far gone,
Never to return or sing our song,
I asked for you to not be withdrawn,
I didn't think you would leave but I was wrong..

With every new thing something old must end,
Lose a lover and gain a friend,
Walk down a winding road,
Carrying my heavy load.

I have no pictures,
Just recurring memories of your strictures,
A single word that you would say,
Would make every failure seem like a well spent day.

I throw my pillow to the wall,
I watch it hit and fall,
I smell something wonderful and small,
I leave my bed and being to crawl.

Letting my mind think of any-thing,
Hoping that its you back to sing,
Open my door to an empty street,
I looked down and you were dead at my feet.