You make sense, everything else is insane; dunno since when I am part of this game, as long as am there to exclaim; you need not to find out a name.
Since I dunno whom to blame; but can count you for the same, you’re wind, am struggling flame; seems to be fading out as you came.
Lost, as memories don’t understand my pain; devoid of you as empty spaces haunt, seems like nothing else could explain; so am telling you, you’re all I want.
You said everything else is insane; and I've all the reasons to exclaim, oh, for what it became; let’s not give it a name.
Time is certainly not the same; remember; when you used to be the flame, I still dunno whom to blame; for we have been part of this game.
Lost, as memories don’t understand my pain; devoid of you as empty spaces haunt, seems like nothing else could explain; so am telling you, you’re all I want.
“They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now” ―Edna St. Vincent Millay