I look down at my arm, there's a scared wrist but no fresh cuts. I look down at my thighs and there were no burns recently snuck. I came along way and I seen a loy of better days.

The sun is out for its first time and as I place my hands on my cheeks theyre finally dry. But I still miss it... I still miss it..

Who could ever save me from he world I seem to always go back to? Who could ever be my rehab for the addiction my demons make me do? Could it be you? Could it be you that makes all my gray skies blue? And could it be you to blind all my old scars so they can never see the new?  

But with the fantasies I been visiting, I dont understand why I still miss it. And with the fantasies I been visiting I dont understand why Im scared to live life happy like this. Is it because my skies never stay blue before? Is it because my scars never stay old for a day or more? Whatever it is its got me... because I still miss it. I still miss it..

Darling goodbye id hate for you to see me this way. Darling goodbye you musnt see me bleeding today. Im sorry that I still miss it.. darling im sorry that I will always miss it.