Sometimes I fear these thoughts, because I am alone. And it makes it even worse, to know that they're my own. I still sit in this empty room, my phone open to your name. Maybe I should call, or maybe you'll just say

"Please just go away. I'm finally at peace. You've sent me through this hell, now get away from me. Maybe it'll be again. But tonight is not your night. We would be the best of friends." It gets better, just when.. It falls apart again.

I only fear my death, because I am alone. And I just want you home, where you'll be my own. My mind is filled with thoughts of you, I can't sort them out. I just want to think clearly now.. But tonight you'll say.

"Please just go away. I'm finally at peace. You've sent me through this hell, get away from me. Maybe it'll be again. But tonight is not your night. We would be the best of friends." It gets better, just when.. It falls apart again.

"I know you sit in that empty room of yours. You wait for me to crawl in bed. I don't know what I was thinking. What got into my head? Please baby let me enjoy your taste. Let me one last time see your handsome face."
And I'll say.

Please just go away. I'm finally at peace. You've sent me through this hell, get the **** away from me. We'll never be again. I tried for all those nights. You don't make the love of your life cry. I just kept trying to convince myself, that I had survived hell. But nothing hurts more than hitting the bottom of the rocks I fell. It gets better, just when.. It falls apart again.