The ghost of you hides in my closet.
The feeling of you lingers, but I keep thinking I lost it.
So how do I move on and rebuild.
I’m stuck with all the memories and some of the guilt.
You made me a better version of myself.
But I’m left chasing the past and I’m stuck in my personal hell.
I’ll always keep a piece of you in my heart.
But I still can’t believe that you let me tear us apart.
I knew it was me that lost any hope of you being the key.
I just wish you never wanted to leave.
So I’ll keep believing that you really did want me.
And I’ll keep treading through these hopeless waters trying to retain my sanity.

Another day at war with you. What exactly am i to do?
You continue prying your way into my well orchestrated wonderland.
I would never expect you to understand.
Looking into your empty eyes, I can see that you're only feeding me lies.
Always forcing me into a state of despair, although I can tell that you don't really care.
Don't you see? Forcing the rain won't take away the pain.