by Josh Stringer

Created on: March 15, 2009

Its not found in flowers on a grave,

Or in the darkest parts in the darkest pit,

Its not in the pain that will never fade,

I see the facts now.

This is my hell,

Living without you here,

Even Heaven is Hell,

If you somehow were not their.

It was not in the everlasting flame,

Or a hunger that is not fed,

Was not in the broken glass that showed my failure,

I see the facts now.

This is my hell,

Living without you here,

Even Heaven is Hell,

If you somehow were not their.

I need you,

To hold you,

To kiss you,

To Love You.

This is my hell,

Living without you here,

Why are you so far away from me!

Forever and Always,

Means all eternity,

I would not spend it with anyone else,

Other then you.

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