American nightmare/Give up the ghost.

Today was another one of those mornings wear I open my eyes and again have to remind myself you are not here, and then I put my glasses on and see that there is only One bed left in our room and I throw a pillow over my face until I have the guts to actually get out of bed...

Every fucking day I have more questions and things I need to say to you, today's topic is music and such. I was looking through our cds and I made sure all your Give up the ghost and American Nightmare were all together, I can't remember why They had to change there name, or why they aren't a band anymore, you told me all this information, Who is gonna answer all my questions Monique? who is gonna school me on Wes Eisold, and tell me a bunch of random facts about him and his life. Who is gonna make me a shirt with the angel, I have so many questions that only you hold the answers too. It brings such a fucking emptiness to my life, you have taken so much with you, so much talent and beauty and random knowledge on American Nightmare, Mike Giant. Its all with you, and I'm left here a hollowed out shell of what used to be Amber Danielle Rosaz.

I've been reading saves the day lyircs, I'm the one who got you into them, yes I actually introduced you to something rad. We would talk about how not everyone likes saves the day, But if you look passed that fast pop punk sound and really listen. There lyrics are fucking amazing...

this ones for you mo.

"Eulogy" by saves the day.


I see your eyes in my mind
but the moment fades slips away
and when I wake I curse the day
when I torch the sky see it falling in flames
I'd burn up to see you again

I'll carve out my lungs and it's all just to see you again
I'm sick in my gut from the poison I drank to forget

And since you've gone I can't forget
what I didn't say that it's much too late
I feel you here in my heart but sometimes I fall
I gotta crawl in the dark

I'll carve out my lungs and it's all just to see you again
I'm sick in my gut from the poison I drank to forget

I'm trapped in my withering skin oh no no
to rot and remember the dead
I'll dig my grave and wait here for you till the end

I'll carve out my lungs and it's all just to see you again
I'm sick in my gut from the poison I drank to forget
You leave me empty inside I'm trying to hold on