Текст: 504 Plan. Treehouse Talk. Beating Pillows.

When i think to myself,
and i wonder what ive done
to deserve all the pain,
that i have inside,
alone in my bed,
i try not to see what i could have been
your new boyfriend,
thats just what i want,
for christmas this year,
ill pray and ill beg
i just need you here
i just need you right here

a small thing,
that im asking
i just need someone to hold me near,
and i need, your arms were holding me tight untill i fall asleep
and i cant think of no one else,
i miss you so much that i hate myself
i think of all the things i should have said
but now youre gone and im in pain