Sometimes I lie awake at night
and wonder how I could lose touch.
With someone that I love
and care about so much.
Did time just quickly pass us by?
Or did we slowly drift apart?
I want to call you but
don't know what to say
so I put it off...
There goes another day.
Days turn into weeks, weeks into months
I long to hear your voice,
to see your face,
to feel your touch.
Yet, obviously not enough to call you
 and tell you these things
Pride is such a lonesome thing.