Alone

There's a kind of silence in waking up alone

and fixing breakfast for yourself,

The morning sun reminds you the coffee in your cup

is the closest thing to warmness that you've felt;

You stack the dirty dishes with the others in the sink

and you dread to make the bed thats still undone,

Cause there's nothing quite as lonely as a bed

that's been slept on by one.

You're awakened in the morning by an old familiar voice,

Could it be you're still talking to the wall;

Then you start to look around then you realize

its just a memory calling and thats all.

A day that last for ever is nothing but a moment

compared to the night thats yet to come,

cause there's nothing quite as lonely as a bed

that's been slept on by one

J.R.SMITH