I used to be content with silence
Mornings getting ready with myself
In my car with my own thoughts
It felt like peace and happiness
Now it feels like nails on chalkboard
Every second a thought of you
Little things remind me of the past
Of all the things that were there
Now all of those things are gone
The thoughts look a murky color
I ask myself when will this stop?
When do I get my thoughts back?
Then I go back to thinking of you