2:32 , crying over you.

Now my eyes burn , as i stare at this computer screen,
its always this way in times of hurt and times of "in between"
in between dying and already dead,
in between a bleeding arm, or a pouding head.

my lower end numbs as i remain glued to my chair,
my eyes heavy with exaustion and i dont even care
dont care that im starved, depriving myself of food
you dont care, so i dont care, ive got nothing left to loose

as each day has gone by my need for you has grown,
yet with each passing day , i feel more and more alone
more alone then ive ever felt, more then you've ever made me feel,
i was convinced forever was ours, that what we had was real

ive lived and breathed for every moment of you ,
for every kiss every hug , every " i love you too "
it was all here forever, right in my palm of my hand,
but imperfections overwhlem me and nobody seems to understand

you came and left like a fish in its bowl,
you walked away with everything thatt truly made me whole,
now im empty and hollow inside,
every second consist of minor depression , hey lets break down and cry

someday when you're older, married with a son,
if you look back and remember, remember that you were the one,
and that im probably still crying, here sitting in this chair,
my eyes are probably heavy with exaustion, and i dont even care...