One morning when you wake up where you are,
what do you see?
Four walls and four you trouble,
one last friend awakens thee,
just because you would rather wake up alone.
Does it mean that another lover's the worst thing you've known?
Did no one ever hold you when you cried when you were small?
So now you hold yourself up like a star,
outshine us all.
Pretty soon, pretty face, pretty eye and touch.
The kind of thing when you lose it,
don't miss it that much,
not that much.
I guess I'll be complete without you.
One morning when you wake up,
wonder what will you do now?
Free from despair,
you struggle for a cause to now pursue.
Is it across your mind to see that the
author of happiness could be sad as me?
Shed the old disguises,
try a new look on for size.
One morning when you think you're all alone,
just wake me up.