As sit here in tears, battling my fears.
A never ending fight, Since you’ve bin gone nothing feels right.
i try stay strong, but never had a fight last this long.
Trying to ignore it, like everything eles i store it.
nothing feels the same, bag after bag, bottle after bottle,
still the pain, remains..
i think of you everyday, more then the pope prays
where are you? how are you? has anyone hurt you? why did you leave?
Plays over again and again, the same questions, it never ends.
What hurts the most is not knowing when to say goodbye or when i will say hello,
if i could change one thing..
i never would have let you go
wishing, A missing, miss A.pete, would call or just come home
RJBD-Leo