Now,
I'm up in smoke,
Just like what you do everyday,
I'm no smoker,
And you know that,
I miss you so much,
It brings tears to my eyes,
To make them bluer,
To make them light blue,
I don't wanna say good-bye,
I miss you,
But you push me away as if I had no point in living,
I miss how we use to see everything,
I miss how you drove me out to the beach,
That was where we felt safe,
But now I don't know what the first meaning of being safe is,
Since all I know is my hearts hurting,
Can you remind me why I'm alive,
Or just have my heart ripped out,
3 :'(
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