when did the sky start pouring?

in the middle of the night

i was woken by the cold and it left me with nothing but stabbing pain in my chest. it suddenly dawn upon me that there's nothing to look forward to the next day. or the next. or the next.

i want to be **** *** so badly.

what happened to the *** who held on to me so tighly, asking me to never ***** ***

hush my baby dont cry..is everything alright?

i just want to crash into your arms for a moment and weep like a child.
we can make life good again, can't we?