11 AM

I hate mornings that remind me of you When I wake up And my first thought Flies directly into your arms. But you're so far away And I don't remember your touch Or your smell I only remember how tremendous i felt When i opened my eyes And you were here. It was a long time ago But the memory of those days Good days Haunt me for a while now And i do, i really hate the mornings I think of you I shed a tear or two I open my eyes and go back to my life A life pretty easy But complicated And I really don't want to wake up Cause lately, i hate every morning.