I've made my bed, but I don't feel like laying in it. I climb up to stand on the edge of what I liked to call your side. You always looked so beautiful, laying with your back to me. The necktie slips down past my ears, my smile fades, down slide the tears. I hope the rope to catch me, hold me by the neck... Don't listen to the scraping of my toes against the floor. Please don't let it wake you. Please don't let me down. I'm here for you...