I've never believed in heaven before.
But I can't let myself believe you're really gone.
I have never before wanted, a life after death.
until you left me alone in this life.

I am selfish.
I want you back.

You were the most beautiful woman I have ever known, and i love you with all of my soul.
so wait for me, in whatever is coming.
Because I believe in you.

I remember
Always knowing
that I am different

solidified by the fact that
when the rest of the world
was drooling over boy bands
and muscley men
and I'll never know what else,

I was young,
growing up,
madly in love with
**Bill Murray

How sad am I?
So lonely its frightening.
That the best part of my night
is the yellow bolt of lightning.

The hardest part now
Is transforming tomorrows
into yesterdays.

Isn't it just so cliche
to sing to you my tale of woes?
And do I really have to say,
the words that everyone already knows?  

We've all had our heart break,
and all show the empathy.
But we all know its all fake,
and we really have no sympathy.

I may be sitting here and weeping,
and I know that you are just at home.
You're cozy in your bed and sleeping.
Though I don't know how you can, alone.

Listen to me, crying about the past.
Sob with me friends, if you will.
Perhaps true love isn't meant to last.  
But oh, dear friends, let's cry for it still.  

Individuals, yet all connected by this
pain so intense and incredibly real
but does it even really exist,
can anyone tell me, what's the big deal?  

I feel like my world has fallen to shambles
My heart and my soul are shattered and weak
So the right thing to do is sit here and ramble,
and tell you all to feel what I speak.  

And If you've never felt this way,
you're luckier than you could hope.
But I can guarantee you will one day,
and then you can join with me, and mope.

Because life is about love, and glory
and life is about giving it your all.  
We are all living the exact same story.
We all rise, and we all fall.

I will never understand this.
We agreed, daily, that we were stronger than any other couple we knew.
We knew that we loved each other, more than any average pair.
We knew from the start that we were destined for forever.
You promised me forever, every day.

So when you said it was over, I knew you were angry.
But when is anger enough?
How can any emotion be more important than love?
Love.
Isn't that supposed to be our ultimate goal in life?

After 2 months on my own, I asked you
"Is it really over? Is it because you don't love me anymore?"
I begged you to say to me that you didn't love me anymore.
"I can't do that"
two months without me, and you still loved me.
But you didn't want me back.

3 more months, and you still can't speak to me.
Is it because you still love me?
Maybe you weren't ready for love.
Maybe you panicked.
But you couldn't tell me why.

You still can't tell me why.
But everyone tells me you've moved on.
You promised me, when you left, that you wouldn't.
That what you really needed was time on your own.
But how much time were you really alone?

and I wonder if you love her,
the way that you loved me?
Or if she's just a body to keep you warm.

I can't figure this out.
I can't understand.
But I know that I still love you.
I know that I can't move on.
I know that I promised you forever, and I meant it.

Forever.
Until the day my soul disperses through the atmosphere,
forgetting what love is.

You're right back
where you never belonged.
In the illusion of love
you find in her arms.