I keep losing touch, the taste of blood in my mouth, I've lost my crutch. everything i do is now half hearted, ever since we parted..you just wanted to be alone, everywhere I go I smell your cologne, riding the bus on my own, I don't feel at home...my lungs are full of tar, I fantasize about crashing my car, I wouldn't get too far....I feel cold inside, you can see and feel it in my stride, a part of me has died.....