Wishing you were here...

I think of you every night…

I think of you every day..

Your always in my head..

You never go away..

Sometimes I wish it were real..

Sometimes I wish things were for real..

Why can’t this happen?

The one thing in my life…

The one thing that actually means something to me..

What am I saying?

What am I thinking?

Nothing ever goes good for me..

So Why do I torture myself..

And think things can be good…

Just when I think I’ve got everything in the palm of my hands…

They go wrong…

Bad luck has taken over me….

Just two little words can do so much

Why doesn’t it just kill me already and get it over with..

Why doesn’t it just slap me across my face so I can finally think straight?

So I can get all this shit out of my head…

So I can stop thinking about you and stop torturing myself from thinking things could be good…

They never will…

I guess things just have to end with broken hearts..