I usually have a high tolerance for pain,
But this, this is just insane.
I cant eat, cant sleep, cant breathe,
It seems this pain has got the best of me.
But I guess with every good must come a bad,
I just hate that it makes me so terribly sad.
He tells me to cheer up & keep my chin high,
But all I want to do is hold onto him & cry, cry, cry.
He says we'll see eachother real real soon,
& that all I have to do is wait until the 25th moon.
But for a girl like myself, ill with the sickness of love,
25 days can seem like an Eternity, Forever & ALL of the above.
Life just seems so perfect when he's close to me,
Thats why my heart breaks everytime he has to leave.
Because, no matter if its ten days or twenty five,
Wen I have to be apart from him Id rather not be alive.
& though those are strong words for me to speak,
His love just makes me grow that damn weak.
But I guess the day that we meet shall come again soon,
Like he said I only have to wait until the 25th moon.
So as I sit here counting down the days,
I'll be missing him in every possible way.
