What do you do
when your blue...

It' hard enough,
to sleep without you...

How long will it take,
to find Mr.Perfect...

I want to believe everything you tell me.
i want to know you'll always be there...

It is on death that i feed,
yet you ask me why i bleed...

If i stopped calling,
if i stopped being so nice...

What have i done that is so wrong?
I'll never be okay...