here by myself i realize that my tear stained face only makes me human. i blame you for the bloody wounds all over my body but i realized that it was anger, not pain, that drove me to this point. loving you wan't the easiest thing to do, but now that i've stopped i realize i'd take it back in a moment's chance. with all the luck i've had this year i still haven't found the strength to call you. it's been too long for us to be familiar. and nowi miss you but i don't know how to tell you. a bad person, in a relationship but looking for adventure elsewhere. where can i go right? with you? hopefully, because everywhere else in my life i seem to have gone wrong.