Everything hurts. My heart is in a million pieces. The person that always pulls me in his arms to tell me everything is going to be ok is gone. I miss him so much. I love him so much. I am so pissed that he was that fucking stupid and and is now dead. I kept thinking im going to go to bed and wake up in his arms and tell him all about my terrible dream and go on about the day. I still havent woken up. He isnt here to hold me just when I need him the most. I miss him so much. This is all I have been listening to today.
Meeting Again For The First Time
poison the well
Barely able to keep the lids open
At times I might think I need the rest
but who would want to go back there?
It's already hard enough to say I need it.
bad memories and good times.
Keep me from believing that I can still jump off.
No longer, no longer the same.
you grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location.
Standing still becomes a chore.
Anxious to get the pavement moving.
The easy solution to this and everything else is to move on.
It comes equipped with the last word.
they find ways to drag you along
and dismantle what you created.
It's already hard enough to say I need it
Bad memories and good times.
Keep me from believing that I can still jump off.
No longer, no longer the same.
You grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location.
Standing still becomes a chore.
Anxious to get the pavement moving.
Happiness is not having to lie on the floor dead alone.
Meeting Again For The First Time
poison the well
Barely able to keep the lids open
At times I might think I need the rest
but who would want to go back there?
It's already hard enough to say I need it.
bad memories and good times.
Keep me from believing that I can still jump off.
No longer, no longer the same.
you grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location.
Standing still becomes a chore.
Anxious to get the pavement moving.
The easy solution to this and everything else is to move on.
It comes equipped with the last word.
they find ways to drag you along
and dismantle what you created.
It's already hard enough to say I need it
Bad memories and good times.
Keep me from believing that I can still jump off.
No longer, no longer the same.
You grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location.
Standing still becomes a chore.
Anxious to get the pavement moving.
Happiness is not having to lie on the floor dead alone.
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I so hope you can find something to make you feel better.
*hugs**hugs**hugs**hugs**hugs**hugs**hugs**hugs*