I feel sad and sick,
I feel sad sick to my stomach.
The fantasy that I wish was my
reality
Has been forcefully ripped
5 and torn from my gut.
Now I feel sad and sick,
Now I feel sad sick to my gut.
Now thing are different,
Now I feel different.
10 I've been shoved back Into reality,
the only comfort I have
Are the the almost forgotten
memories
Haphazardly holding me together
15 Keeping me from falling apart
Always come back to cushion
Me when I fall, but sometimes
I wonder, if at all, will
If those memories will always
20 Answer when I call
