still on track

she can't help me,  she really can't.

i wish she understood that, i wish she knew

that it's not her, it's Him.  

the anguish has turned to sadness 

has turned to madness, has 

turned to a lot of things, 

but now it's just a dull ache

and it's slowly getting better, 

i see it getting better, 

i want it to get better,

i know it's getting better, and so

i press on

and on