My instincts tell me
Not to call you,
But my heart tells me
differently.

All of us search for love,
But some of us,
After we've found it,
Wish we hadn't.

I'm trying to reach out
I'm trying to get help
But no one understands
Just how severe this really is.

What's the point?

Seriously?

I must have loved you an awful lot,
To have been hurt this much.

When I bleed I know
Everything will be okay.

Just the thought
Of you not in my life
Scares me half to death.

No matter how hard I try,
I will never be okay.

As I walk into the shrinks office
I hear the receptionist say.
"I haven't seen you in a while,
How have you been doing?"
Isn't it obvious when
You see me here today?

I cry when you tell me
Everything will be okay,
Because I know it won't
But you believe it will.