Apr 12, 2010 21:29
I never knew perfection till i heard you speak
and now it kills me just to hear you say the simple things.
Now waking up is hard to do, sleeping is impossible too.
Everything is reminding me of you, what can I do?
It's not right, not okay.
To say the words that you say.
Maybe we're better off this way.
I'm not fine, I'm in pain.
It's harder everyday.
Maybe we're better of this way.