Your side of the bed

I stare every night before I go to bed at the spot where you used to lay The spot you on the bed where I would find you everyday Now the only thing there is an indent When I look at your spot now I think of the good times spent All good times spent on your half of the bed I had my own side too but it was always for fun on your side, with you Now you're gone and I am blue What's a lonely girl to do? Every night I stare at your spot, I can't help but miss you We would cuddle, we would talk we would do everything in that special spot I wake up in the morning I have an urge to climb over to your spot Then I remember you aren't there If you come back one day it's still here reserved just for you. Your spot is still here just where you left it. I will keep it warm for you. It doesn't belong to anyone else but you.