You're gone, but you're right there
I can't see you or hear you
My soul and my spirit render a familiar touch
I've been robbed and a crime has taken place
Bring him back, he's mine not yours
I can't believe this happened
Right before my very eyes
A chunk of my being ripped from me
Left wounded and nervy I reach
Reaching for the captive of the unknown
My Gabe is locked up and I'm helpless
Incapable of freeing him
Unable to gaze his way
His presance compares to none
Gabe isn't here
Calming my nerves with immoral remedies
Laying down on my side
Swaying and playing with and in my mind
Itching an emotional scratch that can't be soothed
I put myself to sleep with no Gabe by my side
Good Night