thoughts of you keep passing by, you can't be replaced even if I tried. I want you to know, how beautiful you made me feel every time your hands wandered over my soul. every time i think i found somebody, I wish that some body is you.
And in the rush to catch the bus of acceptance, I found myself quenching for the love that I gave you. maybe its 4 am or 3, maybe the day is over now, maybe its been 2 weeks that you left, maybe, maybe. I don't seem to understand, I took our pictures out the frames but I still keep them cause just in case, just in case. no I don't really want you close, I don't really want you back, I just miss the life we had. you said you couldn't live without me, why aren't you dead yet. lies, lies. its either the head or the heart, I set both of them fire for you. lies, your lies. goddamn your lies.
We normally don’t miss the people, we don’t get mad at the person we get mad and upset because of the memories they gave us and then shut us out of their life that’s what we get upset about, it’s always the memories
I wish I lived the life I did before I met him.
I wish I could turn back time, I wish.