Where are you when I cry myself to sleep?
Where are you when I can't breathe?
Where are you when I can't handle it no more?
Where are you when I wonder if it's better being dead?
Are you asleep in your bed?
Are you smelling the beautiful flowers?
Are you out with your friends?
Are you busy living your life?
No you're there in Scotland, playing golf,
And I'm here crying my eyes out..
What can I do?
I don't know..
What do I do?
I write and cry..
I'm feeling really emotional tonight as tears fall down my face, no one is here to help me. Just the fan blowing particles across my face. The one that usually helps me, and keeps me some company, is abroad he's outside living his life, while I'm here trying to grab hold of mine...