These days I'm not alone,
but holding your hand wont fix me,
arms around you cant keep me whole
laying by your side doesnt stop
the bleeding.
Some scars cut too deep
go straight through me.
And I'll never feel truly whole enough for the beautiful people
in my life.
Wishing I wasnt still so empty
at 2AM when thoughts creep in.
While all I want
is to give you the stars,
and be the best man I can be,
and while you think I am
I'm not sure
and you dont see.