Sleeping Pains

Its true. You dont know what you have until its gone.

I miss you is an understatement. The value you carry hold no replacement. I suffer redundant loss. Its the uneasycost of my sins.

Everytime I close my eyes Im haunted by things I did. All the secrets I hid. Cant sleep, I toss and turn. Wishing there was some way I could stop the hurt. I did you wrong, but my have the tables turned.