He/she stands in frusteration. doesn't know who to...
talk to . love...

Theres thirty poems
i've written about you...

Your soft lips
your blue eyes...

Not eating
not sleeping...

The trees whistle your name
i can barley breathe...

Full on expression
i cant hide my tears...

Im sittin in a strangers bathroom
crying so hard...

Track pants long
hoodie on...

My shakey hands
im gonna do it...

God no matter what i am to do
theres a huge part of me thats missing you...