i can't live here but i know i'll die here

I get sick when I see photographs
of friends smiling at parties.
Got a gut rot feeling that won't
go away, ya, something got
to give- this season, I'll hurt
no more; because I can't
remember a time I felt so great.
Caress the screen, touch the
smirks on the albums of youth-
no one can sing this lullaby
better than you, better than you.
I got so much to give,
but can't figure out how to take
what it is they offer me.
Take it all in a personal strife-
this life is becoming dual.
Dance, dance, dance til sunrise-
this apartment is so empty
without you here, sleeping soundly.