when you are gone, i take long naps to pass the time and dream of your return, smoke aimlessly until i time travel, feel this unwhole feeling, that i want to forget and try hopelessly to fill when you aint here, the struggle becomes real, a cruel, cruel world in which i struggle to fit in, a burden that arises again and again.. making my own decisions without your consent... i often find myself into some ****. *** reality always finds its way in, just like a creeping shadow when you are gone i learn of hypocracy, i know scrupulosity intrusive thoughts are always blinding, a confusion that is binding. sometimes i cant tell the good from the bad so thats when i sit alone and get high, get ****** yes pride keeps this inside but in my mind im never too proud to beg you "come back home to me babe, come home." come home! come homeeee :(