these days go by so slow when im sober/ i wish i could stay high til its all over/ i dont wanna be alone so ill invite a friend to come over./ shes sweet with nice **** an alright *** i wont lie. shes not number one but maybe a good number two/ she looks to me because she knows thats all i ever invite her over to do/. she starts the same **** everytime/ with the same old line/ luis why do i only ever come over just to **** /dont you ever have any thoughts of us/ in my mind i say no/ not one ****/. i dont say much just keep my mouth shut til she gets the hint and rushes to grab her stuff /because this is just what she needed to get over us/. She says that **** every time and i just zone her out because i dont have the time for this little ******* asinine comments to affect my mind/. My stomach is sick and im in a daze i cant remember when i ate its been about how many days?/ oh yea 3/ i better munch on something before i get sicker.things are starting to look grimmer and its effecting every aspect of my day. itll be over soon or at least thats what i pray to god as i look to the moon from the window of my bedroom/