My head is full of nothing,hands empty as i type,
i know I'm sick and thats for sure,and lately nothings right.
wonder how tomorrow will go,will everything be okay? cause i know Ive already struggled just getting through today.
they tell me i cant help how i feel , cause life throws sharp knives,
but I'm scared to death of not waking up,
i wish i had nine lives.
i always took so much for granted,now I'm laying in my bed,
knowing i might not make it through,
I'm too young to be called dead.
i still have so many dreams to live,
and i might not even get the chance,
why do bad things always happen,
under every circumstance.
i love him so much it makes me sick,sicker then i am,
i dont want to ever leave,or let go of his hand.
