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.