Why
Every time I see her face it brings back the good old days where I would smile but then  I let her go and got an addition and feel like I'm in a black hole and can never get out because every time I clam the bridge and open up the stitches why I have to let her go it like there's a feeling in me saying get her back . But the other feelings say let her go so why do I lay in this empty bed in these empty houses crying my pain away When every day I try to pick up the phone to say sorry. I'm sorry so I ask every day why me why    not belive