dreaming....

I get in bed,

But I can't sleep,

Screw counting sheep!

You are on my mind,

all the time,

I turn on my radio ,

To hear that country sound,

Something that hurts,

That will make your memory gone,

a sad song plays,

I think of days,

Where it was you and me,

On the bleechers,

At that old football  field,

Watching our team,

And you keeping me from bleeding,

It all seems like a dream,

But tonight I have had enough,

And point this knife at my throat,

And with that said,

I fell down,

Bloody and dead,

But at rest.