Taken From Me (Taken By Sleep)
It just hit me as I lay my head down No one around in the dark, cold night, I hear a sound
It wasn't the song that was played at her funeral, but it made her think of her. How one night, a ruthless drunk hit her with his car, smearing her across the road. Emma got a horrible feeling in her stomach the first time she woke up at two am but two hours later she woke up again, she decided to go check around the town and that's how she was found. That's how Regina was found, Emma's dear wife, dead.
In my head repeat track of everything you've ever said Must be something, but it's nothing, so I just go back to bed
It had only been a week after she had died, she didn't deserve it, and she shouldn't have died. Henry, the poor kid was destroyed. It seemed like everything was going wrong again, it hurt most people, but it effected Emma the worst. She barely sleeps, barely eats and doesn't function anymore. She just lies in bed, holding something of Regina's whether it be a shirt, skirt or a pillow.
Its 4, crack the door to the hallway in my dreams But it seems my hallway keeps closing in on me
Dear God did it hurt. It was like life for Emma wasn't worth living anymore, but she couldn't just leave the kid. She just wants to be with Regina, she'd do anything for her to be with her. She'd do anything to just say goodbye to her wife, kiss her one last time, hold her and say how much she loves her.
Forcing me out, making me think about you and how you're gone I see 4:05 with teary eyes and then I write this song.
The only time she has been out of the house was yesterday for her funeral, Emma knows she won't be going anywhere anytime soon, she just…can't. Henry always persisted her about it, saying that she wasn't in anyway healthy. He was always a smart kid. Her once beautiful and fair skin was more yellow and pale, her eyes were surrounded by dark circles that had sunken in.
And I can't believe it has to be this way You know we say it seems to me that it was just the other day
"Emma…" It was David, today. Everyday someone would try to talk to her, help her, but nobody, nobody, but Regina, her beautiful and amazing yet dead wife, she was the only one to know what it was like to lose the one you love.
I saw your face, I saw your light, you ran the race, you fought the fight But now it's all being torn down for me tonight
She was a…widow. A lonely widow. Tightly clutched to her chest was Regina's pillow, small droplets of tears stained it. It still smelled like Regina. She pulled herself off of the bed.
And I know it might be a little selfish for me to say But I need to know if you've thought of me at all today
She opens the door, strands of thinning, yellow, dirty locks of hair fallen from the messy pony tail stick to her wet cheeks. She sniffles, falling into her father's arms after he opens them to her.
Cause everyday walk past the place you lived five days of the week
"I know it hurts and I know I can't possibly know how you're feeling, and even though it doesn't seem like it right now, Emma, but it will get better." She cries, choking on her sobs.
And now it's 10 after 4 and I am taken by sleep
She falls asleep.