Its hard to get used to sleeping alone
especially since i cant remember you're gone...

I am a living protest
some come in silence...

I sit alone and wonder why
and how and when and where and what...

I often wonder what it would be like to die
and from my place in the other world...

Happy days are here to stay
how does someone get that way...

Let yesterdays troubles
die in the night...

I sat down to write you a love letter
it was going to talk about how...

I wish i could be a good friend
i wish i could put myself aside...

I've spent my whole life running away,
trying to live up to some imaginary ever-raising...

Why cant i understand
whats roaming through my head...

Completion
isn't that the point...

I am so in love with the concept of love
That I am completely incapable of it...