Please Come Back To Me

I've been walking 'round with a constant sadness,
if this is what a broken heart feels like then I don't want this.
I've been caught in between the state of reality and disbelief
and its miserably filling up the cracks of my heart with grief.

I wanted to say so many things, had it all rehearsed in my mind,
but by the time it came for me to speak- my words I couldn't find.
I wanted to tell him that, yeah, he's made a mistake,
but he's strong, we're family, and together there's nothing we can't make
better as time goes by because I've got his back and he's got mine.

I wanted to tell him that, despite what he may think
he's a good man, tougher than the constant need to drink,
and when he feels like he's resting right on the brink,
about to cave
then he needs to know that in God's image he was made.

I told him I loved him once and over again,
I sat in that lobby just painfully waiting with him
and I stood as he left and lingered until I couldn't see him anymore
... I feel like he's been taken a world away behind those closed doors.

That's when my eyes were no longer able to stay dry,
and although I told myself not to- I'm going to cry.
Maybe you've felt this pain and maybe you haven't
but in my wildest nightmares I wouldn't wish it on anyone, I wouldn't.