It’s been three days.

My head’s in a haze.

I miss your face.

Nobody to hold.

You left me alone.

You’ll never grow old.

I wish I was you.

But it’ll never be true.

I’ll always be blue.

I need to eat.

Put shoes on my feet.

Get back to the beat.

I wish I felt heard.

One thing I’ve learned,

just open the cupboard.