whiteiris

pushing pushing pushing
shove it down deep inside
keep shoving and squishing and squashing
don't let it up or it will consume you
it will eat you whole until you are an empty shell
don't let it, keep pushing it down
makeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstop

this one day has seemed like a month
this is my hell
i smell you on me
i see you near me
i hear your voice
i feel your warmth

i know what you feel for me and it's not what you say
you are lying to yourself again
i miss you more now because i know you won't be here in the morning
and things are a little dimmer with out me

i drive not really seeing
i have lost track of time for hours it seems
food has no flavor
this is wrong - really really wrong
you know it too
it will always be wrong