Why Won't You Get Out Of My Head?

In my bed I lay, thinking of what it used to be.
All I want is to feel arms wrapped tightly around.
Holding, cherishing, adoring and in love with me.
My chance will come again, but without a sound.

Every night, I lay awake for an hour, thinking deep.
I lay awake, thinking of how happy I was with you.
Some memories I shuck and some memories I keep.
Oh, how I wish things were right and always true.

I miss the texts that I got in the morning, reading:
"I love you, babe" and that was followed by a heart.
I remember that, but my heart is still heavily bleeding.
When that love was gone and my heart torn apart.

I hide my feelings because I know I have no chance.
Pathetic, weak and stupid emotions that I try to hide.
With everything that I am, I really want us to enhance
and grow back to what we once had, that day I died.

I can't talk to you because I know I will cry if I do.
Though you are a good friend, one I'd never trade.
I'll probably cry out over and over too: "I love you!"
When I want those damn pathetic feelings to fade!