These days go by and no one knows 
how much I've tried to let her know. 
And some would say that it's how it go's, 
but I would say that I hardly know. 
I make myself sick and I taught myself better. 
I'll try not to quiver and hold her hand 
and try not to say things that make her mad. 
Until I get to watch her sleep, 
I won't let myself fall in too deep. 
Sincerely, empty.