As I sit here
With these tears
Of regret pouring
Down my hot cheeks,
You tell me everything
Will be okay,
Because you still love me.
But you don't
Understand that
Nothing is okay with me now,
Nothing.
I can't eat, I can't sleep,
I can't think.
My life is completely
Torn to shreds without you.
I have nothing left to live for,
I have nothing left to lose.
I just lost my everything,
So what's the point in trying?
There will already
Be a bullet through
My head when you answer
That question.
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 4:34 PM UTC
As I sit here
With these tears
Of regret pouring
Down my hot cheeks,
You tell me everything
Will be okay,
Because you still love me.
But you don't
Understand that
Nothing is okay with me now,
Nothing.
I can't eat, I can't sleep,
I can't think.
My life is completely
Torn to shreds without you.
I have nothing left to live for,
I have nothing left to lose.
I just lost my everything,
So what's the point in trying?
There will already
Be a bullet through
My head when you answer
That question.