Gone 2 My Head

This bed is so cold now since U left,
the candles no longer light the room...
The pillow where U laid your pretty head,
is gone... and baby, so R U...

We could play the blaming game,
but what would that do?...
N the morning we'd feel the same,
and the mood of U still blue...

The wind is cold, and U left me 4 dead-
2-night, the wine... has gone 2 my head...
The wind is cold, and our love is dead-
2-night, the wine... had gone straight 2 my head...

This big ol' house just ain't the same,
without U dancing thru the halls...
Remember the warmth of our little games?
I'd call U now, with him,
but I just don't have the balls...