I hate when the times get hard and I don't have you.
I've always relied on you to tell everything to.
You know my whole life and the way the story goes.
If there's one person to go to, it's you who knows.
It seems I can tell you just about all.
Even when it's about you and how hard I've fall.
I always thought you'd be there to catch me.
But I'm wrong, I guess that's just not how it's going to be.
I guess I should be glad you got what you supposedly needed.
I'm glad to see that someone has succeeded.
Well maybe there will be a time when I'm not broken.
Maybe I'm glad you still haven't spoken.
It might be a while till I talk to you again,
But just know that this just can't be the end.
