6am

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6 am and I'm all alone:
Me, my bottle and a mourn.
I wish I once found a soul,
That I could call my home.


6 am and a chat is open,
Eyes that once were broken.
Eyes that keep me hopin'.
I think I am done with coping. 

6 am and my body is here,
I turn to my left and your breath is near.
I guess that there ain't no fear,
For you, hun, are my dear.

6 am and I don't give a damn,
As long as you keep holding my hand.

6 am and I'm okay
I'll just wait for Friday.

 6am and you're not here
Goodbye, my dear