Looks like I've done it again   Tried to give my last breath   But it was all that I had   So I wrote with my pen   Try to call you my friend   Becoming more at your request      Who's going to finish my coffee now that you're gone?      Looks like I've done it again   Try to be all I am   Not enough to have your hand   So I travelled far   With your letters in my hand   Sit and stand with confidence      Who's going to make me laugh now that you're gone?   Who's going to make me laugh now that you're gone?      Looks like I've done it again   Put my trust in a man   Laid my guard down next to him   But I can breathe on my own   I do not need his backbone   Though it was nice sometimes to lean   Now I seem lost and in between      Who's going to make me laugh now that you're gone?   Why do words sometimes grow weak as time goes on?