I smile in my bed and reach under the covers for your hand,
I cannot feel it and I begin to understand.
"God-dammit! Nooo..." I start to cry,
I am remembering the reasons-the reasons why.
I want to rob your grave and shoot the c*unt,
Shoot the bas*ard who pulled this stunt.
I need to say I miss you and need to kiss you one more time,
Say I love you and write you another rhyme.
Sometimes I get so angry and sometimes I need to smile,
Wanting you to hold me so my life is worth the while.
Wash my hands in your blood and run to your grave,
I give myself to heaven so your life I can save.
