Empty.
That's what I feel these days.
Not even sad, just empty.
I'm missing you.
Everyday seems like a life time.
I now see what the appeal of cigarettes and alcohol give.
Something to fill this swirling black hole of what used to be love for a girl.
Now it's empty.
I don't even find the company of ladies amusing anymore.
I only want you.

A minute of* time.
*I didn't think it was too
Much to ask you for.

i'm your weakness,
your own personal drug.
I'm your high,
You're my low.