And we are all just a little broken, and just a little battered and just a little confused, searching for reason and for purpose

If only I knew... If only baby... If only...

I miss her some nights, I still think of her, more than I thought I would. I hate her, but there will always be a part of me that loves her. A part of me that will remember, the little things. The few times she wasn't completely out of her mind. She cared so much, I know that. She tried her best I know that too. The woman who brought me into this life may have ruined me, all of me, but I will remember the little things.

I wasn't ready for goodbye, not now, not yet. Stay with me tonight, please don't go just yet.