I'm a dried husk<br>Yet i bleed<br>There are no tears<br>Just a dry heave<br>There's a hole in my soul<br>where you used to be<br>i can't live this way<br>its killing me<br>im filled with grief<br>a f#$cking tragedy<br>im so lost<br>if i just knew where to look<br>you're the missing pages<br>of a half written book<br>i broke my bones<br>and made a wish<br>why is it so<br>why should i love like this<br>the hours change<br>but the anguish remains<br>i spend all day washing my hands<br>trying to get rid of the stains<br>