without you here...

[redcoughdrops]

And I sit..remembering that more often than not, thorns will accompany the rose..

For every beautiful petal and sweet smell will be the blood drawn from my fingertips.

For everytime I'm alone with you will be the shedding of the skin of fantasy and the breaking heart of reality.

For thinking with my insides rather than my head..and there you are with yours... here I am...with none..and I ask to understand why.

For every dream that will never come true.

For every problem I'll never be able to fix.

For everything I can do nothing about.

I don't think it would be out of line..

to ask that if it was part of the plan..

if You could take me tonight..

or before she leaves..

so I won't have to feel..

when she's gone.

Send me a sign..

or send me an angel.

Because the one I know..

is about to fly away.