The Feeling

Something just isn't right.
I can feel it inside.
I don't know if I lost it, or if it's just trying to hide.
All I know is that I need it, and that it has to come back.
Because I can't stand feeling so off track.
When it gets really late, and I'm already off the phone.
I'm lying in my bed, and I'm all alone.
I try to think of you, and what if you knew.
When I turn the lights out, and I close my eyes.
This feeling comes over me.
Like my life is full of lies.
But when the weekend comes, and I finally see you.
The feeling comes back, and my life is all true.