why must I make everything so hard
covered by the shards
Of my life laying over me
I run to embrace things that resemble me
never accpet the easier way
So here is where I lay
I have to learn my way and no other
love has never touched me I have no lover
I hate the way I live my life
I want to pick up the closet knife
end it now and end it quick
with just a practised flick
I could do it my way and be done with it
but I couldn't make myself do it so here I sit.
Wondering what new horor will come tomorrow
will I be able to face it or will I have to borrow
someone elses courage but I'll find
that all the courage I need is in my own mind.

~I miss you my love and everyday I write a song just for you~