It was you.

It started with a letter one day,
That said someone had passed away.
My eyes filled up with tears
So I couldn't read the name,
But I new from that day,
I would never be the same.
I got a telephone call,
But I hung up before I heard it all.
They said the funeral was friday at two,
But I didn't go because in the coffin would be you.
When the world is mean to me at night,
I look for a haven but you're no where in site.
You've left me for good,
I would look for you if I could.
So I could cry on your shoulder,
And let down a tear.
We would listen to music,
If only you were here.