Jul 2014
The back of my eyelids can't seem to forget you.
I fell asleep that night,
drunk as can be.
I had a dream about you,
the way it use to be;
the way it should be.
When I woke up I ran to the bathroom and threw up last nights party.
I gagged and gagged and tried to get rid of the thought of you.
But it's not just something I can throw up.
It's not easy living without you.
When will it be over?
--the pain I mean.
Waking up without you in my bed,
that's probably the hardest part.
Not being able to smell your scent on my pillow.
Not being able to see your morning beauty.
What am I doing with myself?
--Living in the past.
Ya know,
I often yell at myself to wake up.
"Skylar wake up.
Skylar wake the **** up.
This isn't a ******* game.
She's gone and now it's just you and your thought.
Wakeup.Wakeup.Wakeup."
I don't wake up.
I sit there in my everyday mind set,
and I just can't rid the thought that I have to live without you.
It's been a year.
A year that we seperated.
I can't shake the truth.
One whole year.
Over 365 days without you.
I just want to snap and you be here beside me.
It's not that easy, I guess.
--I'm talking about loving someone.
You're irreplaceable.
No one,
no one in the ******* world could make up for what part you played in my life.
You helped me figure things out,
realize that I am loved.
I think I've realized that all I need in this world is your love.
--Well, I guess that means I don't have what I need.
I'm happy for you.
You're suppose to move on,
find another.
I know this is selfish,
but what about ME?
What am I saying?
It could never happen.
You're in a world I have no part in.
A world where the grass is green and the sun shines bright on your future.
--a future I'm not a part of.
It's not your fault, I know.
You met me at a wrong time in my life.
A time where the darkness was my only friend.
I was,
well I was ****** up.
I was sick.
Only if you would have met me a year later.
I'm brighter.
--especially in the daylight.
Maybe meeting me later would have made a difference.
Who knows?
Maybe it's for the best we're apart.
I wasn't healthy,
and you weren't either.
We were two negatives trying to make a positive.
Bottom line is:
I wish I was yours.
I fell asleep that night,
drunk as can be.
I had a dream about you,
the way it use to be;
the way it should be.
When I woke up I ran to the bathroom and threw up last nights party.
I gagged and gagged and tried to get rid of the thought of you.
But it's not just something I can throw up.
It's not easy living without you.
When will it be over?
--the pain I mean.
Waking up without you in my bed,
that's probably the hardest part.
Not being able to smell your scent on my pillow.
Not being able to see your morning beauty.
What am I doing with myself?
--Living in the past.
Ya know,
I often yell at myself to wake up.
"Skylar wake up.
Skylar wake the **** up.
This isn't a ******* game.
She's gone and now it's just you and your thought.
Wakeup.Wakeup.Wakeup."
I don't wake up.
I sit there in my everyday mind set,
and I just can't rid the thought that I have to live without you.
It's been a year.
A year that we seperated.
I can't shake the truth.
One whole year.
Over 365 days without you.
I just want to snap and you be here beside me.
It's not that easy, I guess.
--I'm talking about loving someone.
You're irreplaceable.
No one,
no one in the ******* world could make up for what part you played in my life.
You helped me figure things out,
realize that I am loved.
I think I've realized that all I need in this world is your love.
--Well, I guess that means I don't have what I need.
I'm happy for you.
You're suppose to move on,
find another.
I know this is selfish,
but what about ME?
What am I saying?
It could never happen.
You're in a world I have no part in.
A world where the grass is green and the sun shines bright on your future.
--a future I'm not a part of.
It's not your fault, I know.
You met me at a wrong time in my life.
A time where the darkness was my only friend.
I was,
well I was ****** up.
I was sick.
Only if you would have met me a year later.
I'm brighter.
--especially in the daylight.
Maybe meeting me later would have made a difference.
Who knows?
Maybe it's for the best we're apart.
I wasn't healthy,
and you weren't either.
We were two negatives trying to make a positive.
Bottom line is:
I wish I was yours.
