After Her

She thinks it hurts her,
This pain in my chest makes thing's a blur.
All I can think of his her,
All I want is her...

All these scars on my body is from her,
I wish for this pain there was a cure.
This pain makes me sick,
Maybe I'm just mentally sick.

Just pour me another drink,
While st I go throw up in that sink.
When ever I see you,
I just want to hold you,
To just kiss you.
Every time I saw toy my heart flew.

I miss you, I still love you.
Now I'm saying thank you Darlin,
For it is you who gave me these word to write.
And these feeling that make me want to die at night.