Missing You, Again

I get up in the morning Is it worth it watching TV? All alone with a gun in my hand Drawing shadows by the phone Waiting for a call From a voice with a smile Just like the picture of you by my bed I've been missing you Again I get up in the eve Is it worth it sleeping so late? All alone, with a gun in my hand Chasing shadows on the third floor Waiting for a call From a man with a file With more pictures, of you with red hair Break it gently then slip away so softly I don't know you any more Crush my feelings his love is more appealing I don't know you any more I've tried so hard and I've run so far Not looking for an answer but drifting away