i'm sitting at my desk,
i'm completely oblivious,
phone in hand,
waiting for something to happen.
sitting at my desk,
on my laptop typing,
music in the back ground,
mood as bad as possible.
trying not to cry,
i never knew it was possibal,
that the person that makes me so happy,
could make me feel this bad.

he's supposed to shield me from the pain,
protect my heart from the world,
save me from myself.
but he's making me cry,
feeding me the pain,
kicking me in the guts.
he was supposed to be there for me,
since i was born,
i was supposed to be able to rely on him.

sitting at my desk,
thinking about how much he missed,
how much he's not here,
how many good byes I've said to him,
there's 386,
how many tears have fallen from my eyes,
because he said good bye
or simply because he's not here.
what happened to dad's,
girls best friends,
here to stay,
not flying away.