Some days are better then others,
when we cuddle underneath the covers...

I dealt with this bullshit long enough, you want...
Ive dealt with this pain, over again, I'm done...

Its hard with such a poetic mind, lyrical soul...

His hair smells like smoke and his hands feel like...
hes got features of his dad and moods just like...

My head is full of nothing,hands empty as i type,
i know I'm sick and thats for sure,and lately...