• what am i saposed to do
    when every little thing remindes me of you?
    and my hearts so full of quilt
    just for seeing you happy...
    when its not me that brings that smile back?
    and pain is a constant friend
    hateing myself for what i have no control over
    when just the thought of saying something brings it all back?
    your everything to me
    when im not with you im a nothing
    but i guess thats how it will allways be
    content with hatred as a constant friend