Aug 23, 2006 17:05
I just sit here at the computer.
Just staring at the screen.
Mind racing over everything,
And wondering what's wrong with me?
I'm in the middle of a breakdown,
While hearing them scream.
And in the middle of the breakdown,
I lose every good part of me.
And in th middle of the breakdown,
I just want to grab a blade.
To rid myself of this pain.
Because most of me has begun to fade.
For some reason I just sit there, quiet,
After you call me at night.
So you ask me what's wrong,
But all I say is everything is alright.
But I think you should know this.
That I miss every part of you.
And just knowing I won't be able to see you probably,
It just makes me so confused.
And I think you should know this.
That there's another part missing from me.
But because of my smiles and laughing,
It's something you just can't see. . .