Lost

to a point where you doubt that its real to pain where you wish you couldn't feel to climb out of that hole that you dug sweep the past right under the rug when you wish that you didnt have to know and let every bit of your worries go i know that dying wont do any good but sometimes i wish i really could walk across the street to feel some pain dig yourself deep and nothing to gain an empty stare of a thousands yards our love more unstable than a house of cards i don't know what to do from here just when i needed you, you disappeared