It's 3 o'clock in the morning

It's 3 o'clock in the morning, And I'm still awake. Longing for you to come home, But I know it's a waste. The holiday is coming up And I find myself alone. You've left me here again. Wishing you would come home. Our vows meant nothing I wish it could've been something. I've traveled many distances To find you. Only to find I have lost you. The war has taken it's toll on me. My wounds are deep and no one can heal me. I wish it could've been different. I wish I could've seen it. But of all the struggles and pain. Nothing is worse than heartache and pain. I gave you my heart. I gave you my soul. And all I have now, are my tears and my words.