Torn to Pieces - Pop Evil

Here I’ll sit all alone Like an airplane On the edge of a sky full of solid gray Staring at the ceiling Tell me that I’m dreaming Oh, I wish you were here today All these days I know I’ll never get back All the words that I always wish you would’ve said All these dreams that we had, Now fade to black Try to wash it away I’m torn to pieces I’m broken down I still see your face when you’re not around I sit here in misery wondering if I’ll ever be half the man you