I'm sitting on the floor
wishing you were knocking on my door.
i would let you in
and forget all my sins.
today is one of those days that are nothing but blue,in which i find myself thinking of no one else but you.
you are so damn far away,
why does it have to be this way?
more time goes by and with each passing minute i die a little more inside.
I've been calling you for the past four hours but you're probably with those friends of yours that are nothing else but cowards.
it's a cold,dark night and it feels like something just isn't right.
i just hope your not out there smoking pot.
watch I'll be wrong.
I'm holding on to your charm as i get a phone call.
it's mike.
he's telling me everything is okay but by the sound of his voice i can tell its not.
he tells me you got caught smoking pot.
to my surprise,you got shot by a cop.
omg!
your gone.
i hang up the phone and go straight for our dome.
I'm sorry i broke my promise but i couldn't take all of it.
hopefully ill meet you up there where life would be a hell of a lot more nice and fair.
