Ive got your glasses on my desk Staring back up into my Eyes like your eyes The ones ill never see again I hope you see that i'll miss you What would I do to see you I need you here the stress was too much This eating pain is growing to touch My Heart My Heart Im glad I called you on that night Not knowing it would be My last chance to say them The three important words for us Now you've finally got away All those things I couldn't say I need you here The stress is too much This eating pain Is growing to touch my heart