Lying in bed; a thought comes crashing my mind:
The fear that hope is shrinking without you.
Insomnia forces it's power o'er me.
My head is throbbing.
Can't stop thinking about you

Oh.
What to do without you.

Another day passes and I'm still waiting,
Desperately wanting attention from you.
How much does it cost?
I guess I'm willing to pay
to spend an hour of time with you.

Oh.
What to do without you.

Oh, oh, oh.
I can't live without you.
Hm