I'm not really sure what I'd do.
I don't know if I'd cry when you begged me not to,
Or if I'd scream.
I know that it'd hurt.
But I'm not sure how badly.
Sorta like ripping a bullet from flesh.
Maybe worse.
I think that I'd want to die.
I don't know if I could carry on like I'm needed.
I don't know if I'd be selfish.
I don't know if I'd even be able to feel.
Maybe if I'm lucky I won't feel a thing.
I really just pray,
That I can tell you one more time.
That I love you.
That I won't be able to sleep right with out you.
That I don't know if I can breathe with out you the same way.
I'm not sure if I could get through.
I can't give up.
No that's not what you'd want.
But even gone.
I'm still here.
And... I'm not going anywhere.
