I'm sick of depression
I'm sick of sadness...

I wonder what it would feel like to be you
To be rich and popular...

Sitting in her room
Nothing to protect her...

Her thoughts and memories burn within her
taunting her, urdging her to ease the pain...

I adore you
like no other...

Your a shoulder to lean on
An arm to pick me up...

You see her there smiling,
hair in messy waves...

He's in my life but your not.
I'm smiling & laughing again but the memories...

I love it how you touch my hand
and embrace it like the last...

Is this a nightmare?
Everywhere I look, there's deep dark corners of...