Everything I write, it's all for real
Now these past few days I regret never telling you how I really feel
It's so much more
And I don't know why
I ach, my stomach hurts,
I want to throw up, and cry
Not cause of the situation
It's my imagination
People telling me different things
all the time
i don't know if everything
will be fine
But I'm on my way
to a better place
a place where I can let go
A place to erase
my thoughts, my feelings,
my attitude towards you
this is why I have this notebook
This is what I do
I'm not the kinda guy
who's gonna break down and cry
even though I've thought of it
from time to time
but I'm different, I know that
And i hope you know that as well
these past few days is like living
in my own personal Hell
A pit so deep, I can't climb out
I scream, I shout, help, get me out
But no one hears my cry
I'm in this boat alone
it's so hard to survive
but I talk to you on the phone
And it's different, not the same
but oh how I wish it was
I don't know if I need you
But my heart says it does
