No matter how many times I tell myself I have to be sincere I have a hard time standing up And facing those fears. Now I miss you more than I can take And I will surely break And every morning that I wake God, it's the same. There's nothing more to it, I just get through it. And so I ask where are you now, Just when I needed you I won't ask again Because I know there's nothing we can do Not now, darling, you know it's true. ~ to a poet.