They say bad things happen to good people,
Well I must be a fucking saint,
Sometimes I feel like it's all just one giant test,
To see when I'll finally break,
Break down into a watery puddle of broken and mismatched pieces,
That'll never go back together again,
That my heart will never go back together again,
and sometimes,
I wonder if it's better if it stays shattered,
Because everything inside me is miserable,
and my Northstar is so far away from where I am,
I can't breathe,
I miss you so much,
I choke on my tears with memories filling my mind,
and I can't seem to sleep anymore,
Just how you sleep forever,
I'll stay awake for you.
