I die a little every day
With you so far away
Three months its been
since I talked to you,
And two months for your sister too
Big brother says that he can't do it
and the youngest seems oblivious
And so I die a little every day
and you so far away
Daily each of you will do
whatever it is you do
you eat, you sleep, you work or play
but I hear not a word
you say its too hard to talk about
that you hate being on the phone
But at the end of each day when
there still hasn't been
a word, a call a message
death takes another nibble
Today I'll die a little more
I see no end in sight
I thought that if I acted cool,
you possibily, you could you might
return to me, to us and then
you'd share your life ,your love again
and some "boring" daily doings.
But instead I feel the deadness grow
in the place where you once lived.
And so
I die a little every day
With you so far away.
