I don't think about you, but you're always here. My head has my heart convinced you're dead. So why is it that you still speak through the songs I listen to when it rains? Jesus Christ, I can't grasp the fact that you're gone. You're gone and all I can do to keep myself sane is pretend I don't care. I know they see the hurt in my eyes and they hear the shaking in my voice when your name manages to escape from my tongue. Everything on this God dammed planet reminds me that you're not coming back. My mind has been lost for thirteen months now and I'm too much of a coward to admit you stole it. The thought of you alone makes my stomach hurt and my heart beat louder than ever. Do you hear that?