The guilt riddle through my vain.
Now i know his ongoing pain.
The pleasure you get from little simple things,
But with all all this pain and hurt it rings,
A tear fall down my face,
Wanting to be in my own special place.
Full of pink and him too.
But i am not there and nor are you.
What should i do to banish this feeling,
As i stare hopelessly at the ceiling.
Come save me now and tell me it will all be alright,
So that you hold me in you arms throughout the night.
