magic ducktape:
i hate the feeling i get when your gone.
i feel like every breath is filled with liquid ice.
it freezes my lungs and i can't breath.l
i hate the feeling i recive when your about to leave
im numb and i feel the little sharp prickles like neddles;
faster than a bullet it hits me without a sound.
no cry, no pain.
nothing.
i hate the feeling knowing your going.
but i know your going anyway.
i know you love me like the love i give you.
it's enough when your here it feels like a addict getting the dose.
but your not a drug but i am addicted to the sound of your voice, your heart beat.
it's not the same when you gone but i will go on.
i will wait for the days your here holding me, holding us together like the strongest of ducktape.
i hate the feeling i get when your leaving.
when your out the door.
when your car door is shut and i can hear you driving away.
but i know it's only today, you'll be back holding me together.
holding us together like some magical ducktape.