I wake up every day, going about my way.
Looking outside and realizing the sun doesn't shine that day.
But that thought is deep in the back of my mind.
Just like everything else about you.
I do what I have to do.
I rarely think of you.
I do what I have to do.
To keep my thoughts from you.
It doesn't do me any good, but it happens anyways.
Thoughts of you flow through my mind every single day.
Sometimes im aware of them and others I am not.
And when I sit and think of it I tell myself to stop.
I tell myself to just hold on.
Things will be better in the end.
I go about my busy day a husk thats lost its last true friend.
Im nothing more than an automaton , busy as a bee.
I gave away my heart and soul to be bound and gagged to thee.
I'll go about my day and night attempting to fix myself.
But until your back and all is well.
This shell would rather hell.