Besedila: Chiara Civello. Without Him (Her).

I spend the night in a chair thinking he?ll be there
But never comes
And I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes
And I rise to face another day
Without him

It?s just no goof anymore when you walk through the door
To an empty room
You go inside and set a table for one, it?s no fun
When you have to spend a day
Without him
Without him

We burst the pretty balloon took to the moon
It?s such a beautiful thing
But it?s ended now
And it sounds like a lie
If I say I?d rather die than live without him
Without him

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