I'm So Sick of Tears

I'm so sick of tears,
I'm so sick of crying.
I'm so sick of wishing,
that I were dying.

I'm so sick of hiding,
I'm so sick of mourning.
I'm so sick of grieving,
I'm so sick of lieing.

If you were still here,
it'd all be better.
I'd be fine,
and doctrine myself a letter.

I wish you hadn't perished,
along with your life.
The preoccupations,
are hard to decife.

I need you,
and I need you to be here.
I want to talk to you,
just like I did before.

I want to see you again,
I want you to come back.
But I hope you're having fun,
with heaven's certain lack.