Woorden: Endwell. Homeland Insecurity. Boy Meets World War III.

I never knew the day we met would be the day I died from this overwhelming need that burns inside.
Tragically, I had the world within my sights.
Little did I know, this was all in my mind.
Where did you go?
Where have you been?
What kind of world am I living in?
Please pull me from this hell I live.
I'm burning up and you're over this.
In every pill I take, each nigth I lie awake, your face is all I fucking see.
Face buried in a pillow, all I see is the silhouette of you dancing in my dreams.
Just pull the plug and end what you've begun.
This love his hell, my heart is dead

(Thanks to Erica for these lyrics)