Tonguetied Shivers

"im crying on the grave of a love not yet born...

why am i sad to see you go,
when i have never seen you come?
why am i afraid to loose you,
when you have never been mine?

yes, missing you has become a habit,
missing you, has become a vice
& the thought of a world without you
is a never-ending nightmare

that's the place, where i am in...
right now..."