There's a cloud over my brain.
The haze keeps sadness from causing a storm.
But this fog blocks out my ability to feel happiness and to enjoy the sun.
The overcast makes it so I don't feel anything.
I wish the weatherman would say it'd storm one day so that maybe I could see the sun again.

Do I pick the rose? Do I pick the wildflower? Do I pick the daisy? How do I pick when the garden is full of beautiful flowers?

I open the pages of my own skin and let the words that I have kept secret drip into the sink.

She is a little all over the place, that's for sure. But the good news is that when she loves, she loves big. And when she loves you, you know she loves you.

But that was my problem because she fell in love with you and not me.

I'm so sorry that my best isn't enough.
I'm so sorry that I disappointed again.
I'm so sorry I let everyone down again.

"You deserve the world man. And I am not the world."

You were my world.

I hope you ache when our song comes on.
I hope you're tortured by the memories we made together.
I hope you hurt when you see things that remind you of me.
I hope that you feel the same pain as I do.