He's my glue... but It feels as if I'm not his glue no more... I'm in bed crying over a dumb dog... and my head is spinning.. I'm gonna puke... I'm bout to be sick... that dumb dog... and all he can do is speak... I need his touch... God how it could heal me... but I feel as if it's not the same for him... I know this feeling in my stupid head is just over my dog... that I'm taking it out on the fact I want my dog... I need my dog and she's putting him down... and he's not here to hold me... I'm sorry glue... I promise no more self hurt... I promise... no more... no more...