Where hands become daggers, when hearts become moats

back in the days when I was young, i'm not a kid anymore 

but sometimes I sit and wish i was a kid again. 

my scars keep growing and they never seem to fade and all the things you say will never go away all I seem to do is paint this blue a different shade, but it never seems to change

there's a black hole from my stomach to my feet that i can't seem to see. 

and love there's a million ways we coulda ended up. I guess this is just the worst one. 

I can't replace you but I can't find a way through, a hole in my chest opened miles long. and there's no more hope for me until you are dead and gone. 

isn't this embarrassing, to be hung up on someone you were never with? 

i need you so much closer