There is a numbness in your heart and it's growing.
My weekend was okay.
Friday night was not too great.
After Breanna left, it went bad.
At one point, I thought I was going to die.
Saturday and Sunday came around.
It was very relaxing.
Now the weekend is over, and I'm back at work.
It's a start of a new week.
Everyday that goes by, it slowly gets better.
That may be so, but you still manage to come across my mind...
I failed you, you're gone.