Out of the pages of sound doctrine
To look beyond yourself and circumstances
To not give up on what you know and what you have learned
But here I am, again
The biggest hypocrite of them all
And have you ever told someone
"Don't torture yourself, when there is so much to be happy about"?
Well, I've been saying it a lot, lately
Maybe out of fear and respect
That this is what I do to myself
Almost always, all of the time
And now that you are half a world away
I have never felt so distant from myself
My whole body aches
With this slow-release drip
Sadness that enters my body like poison
Moving from vein to vessel
Permeating my soul to only echo
And as much as I would like to
Embrace anything mindless
To pass the time away
Nothing can numb this again
Nor do I really want that to happen anymore
I am a gash, an open sore exposed
So this, is what you are so afraid of
And I don't blame you for running away
I will sit here in silence
And be very still
And when I retire
You will be in my pillows
In my songs and in my heartache
And all of this
Is my melodramatic "I miss you"