It's So Hard To Adjust To
You Not Being Here
Everythings So Cold, And I'm Not Thinking Clear
So I hit the Showers To Wash Away Your Stain
But if I Scrub You Out, Then i Might Drain Away

May I Ask You to Stop Messin With This Head Thats On My Shoulders,Cuz It Doesnt Understand You
I'll Scribble to My Hand Is Sore,
Till I Know Theres Nothing More,
That I can Say To Make You Stay...

Maybe You Should Gut Me and Stuff Me
And Nail Me to your Wall
I Could Be Your Trophy You Won't Have To Hear Me Talk
Will You Feel Me Shiver?
Will You Feel The Bumps on my Skin?
Summer Went Away, In a Day
And Winters Setting In..

When You Read These Scribbles
Don't be Too Confused,
Cuz You and I Both Know That
It's All Just Dribble
But what do you expect?
What am I supposed to Do For You?

May I Ask You to Stop Messin With This Head Thats On My Shoulders,Cuz It Doesnt Understand You
I'll Scribble to My Hand Is Sore,
No I Know Theres Nothing More,
That I can Say To Make You Stay...


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