Times like these I dream of you,
If you weren't here,
I dont know how I'd get through,
These bad times,
These sad times,
Which take place at home,
Times like these I get the urge,
And think of what I used to do,
Want to be sick, rush to the loo,
Grab that razor,
Scan it over my wrist like a laser,
But whenever I feel like this,
I always know,
That these times are now no more,
Because at these times,
I know I've got you,
And I can get through,
Those bad times,
Those sad times,
Which are no longer
