God where are you at times like these,
can't deal with this same disease,
i miss your voice,
i miss your breath,
i miss the everything you brought to my life,
i sit here crying dry tears wondering why I ever had fear,
of what we were,
of what we could be,
now im just wrapped up in the same disease,
god damn,
good god,
why couldn't i stop the pain,
why couldn't i be ok,
whats the issue,
what's my problem,
just get up and stop trying to remember,
she doesn't want you,
she doesn't need you,
she probably hates you,
and theres no one to blame but yourself,
so just listen to the record player in your head,
don't worry it will put you to bed
soon enough you will be okay,
that's it though just okay...
