His most favorite
pair of her pants.
Had "Daddy's Girl"
written right on the ass.
His favorite shirt of hers,
was none.
Her mother and her would both respond,
when he'd say "Hun"

Good times with friends,
tons of drinking.
Trying to fake happy,
Quickly sinking.
What they say is not true,
of things getting easier day by day.
Memories too vivid
to just simply go away.

Cant deal anymore,
burried so deep inside.
To help you...
all i can do is hide.
I'm sure in all these..
days, months, years, He's forgot!
But me, with all the nightmares,

I cant imagine
the places you been.
And the hells
you've seen.
You're changed now
your eyes are empty.
And you dont look
the same at me.
I'm not the one
that did this to you.

The days keep coming without fail.
The air around me is becoming stale.
These restless lonely nights
i'm not at all built for.
I want someone to look and really
see me and adore.

No one has known me
the amazing way you did.
No one saw me as
easily as you did.
You somehow knew me
before you even really met me.
One look in my eyes
and you could see me, really see ME.

Most days my head hurts too much
To have any ambition.
Most days my neck
Hurts just as bad.
Most days it would be easier
To get high than to deal.
Most days i fake it

Every night I go to bed,
It gets harder n harder to sleep.
Knowing you're not gonna be there,
To hold me while I dream.
Today I looked at pictures of us,
And craved the good times.

This girl i know,
Is so alone.
Her feeling at night,
She has never shown.
They're bottled inside,
All she wants to do is cry.
She'll even hold back from the happiest moments,