so im sitting her at my computer trying to find the perfect lyric. none really fit for me. my house smells the painters just left. my grandparents just went to get icecream and im just sitting her at my computer with tears rolling down my face but im not even making a sound. i cant go on like this. it hurts so much i wanna move so badly i cant wait till christmas. it will be easier to forget everything and everyone. and maybe then it wouldnt be so hard to sleep adriana said it was poetic when i told her what happens when i lay down at night. : at night i can feel arms around me : and my lips tingle : and its nothing : and thats all i have : and it kills i dont know if that is much of a poem nobodys ever told me anything i said was poetic but whatever. its no exaggeration i feel it all the time and to think that ghost that comes to me at night is actually comforting at the time. because at the time i dont feel alone and then i remember that that really IS all i have. nothing . just a good imagination