With tears in my eyes
I think of you
I think of what was
I think of what could have been
I think of everything you brought me
And cry harder because it's gone.
I have no one to depend on anymore
I have no comforting figure
You can't make me feel better
When you're why I'm sad
I hate this life, and what I've become
Sullen, despondent, distant
My emotions kept hidden
You look at me now and you say this man's diseased
Well I am.
Or at least it feels like it
What's it called when your heart feels like it's dying?
What's it called when someone talking about you makes me sad? What's it called, where I wither away, a dead flower, lost in a sunlight world without life giving water and gently slip into the night?
This disease is called love, and it's more dangerous than greed
Because what love is
Is a need
A need for somebody
Somebody to be there
Somebody forever to hold you and cradle you gently while you weep
Somebody to grasp firmly in your arms like only time can break you apart
Someone to kiss so passionately that the 'cute couples' are jealous of that love
Someone worth dying for
And when love first grabs you
It treats you like a king
It pampers you
It spoils you
And then it spoils
Then it becomes sour
3 month old milk
You're an old plaything Woody,
Don't you know there's so much else?
There's the parties
The drinking
The drugs
The hot guys
Don't you see, Woody, you helped me one time
To get through the tough times
But that doesn't matter now
My new friends are calling
Good bye Woody
And just like that
You cast me aside
Threw me in the trash
And went along with your life
You may be broken
But not as broken as me
You crashed your car at 20
You crashed mine at 80
I desperately seek the only one that can comfort me
But you're too far away
Too busy.