I wasn't thinking of you when I woke this morning,
but it didn't take long for that to change.
My pillow had dried from the tears I'd cried through the night,
but it didn't take long for that to change either.
Now, I'm making coffee for one.
Now, I'm reaching for someone who isn't there in the morning.
Now, I'm saying "I love you" to someone who isn't there to hear it.
I don't know who I am without you.
I don't know who I am without us.
I don't know who I am.
Friends hold my hand, they wipe my tears
and they tell me with loving hearts that they understand.
But they've never been loved by you.
They've never felt the comfort of laying their head on your chest.
They've never laughed with you into the early morning hours.
They've never had your fingers running through their hair.
No, they've never been loved by you.
Tomorrow will come without you, just as it did with you.
Tomorrow I'll learn a little more of who I am without you.
Tomorrow will be easier...it has to be easier.
Tomorrow I'll learn to live without you.