Ive got a beer, two sausage rolls, a huge
packet of quavers.
But sitting here drowning my sorrows wont do me
any favours.
Nothing's on TV, i cant even distract myself..
From feeling the pain of missing you..
Knowing u have some one else.
My mum came over and made me tea..
My dad sat and had a chat with me.
Telling me to move on, don't cry.
It's not your fault, hold your head up high.
My brother came round to make me laugh..
And i spent an hour in a hot soapy bath..
But it doesnt matter how much love they show..
If they look in my eyes, they will soon know..
That i can't live my life thinking what if, why?
I cant go on without the answers.. why did u make
me cry?
Ghosts of our past appear and then fade..
But the pain of missing you..
Never goes away.
