I met my soulmate. She didn't.

"Wrong number" says a familiar voice.

Would your eyes fill with tears as you heard the news that I was dead.
Would you fall to the ground and wonder why you didn't see it coming?
Would you come to my funeral wearing my favourite colours?
Would you remember me as a good friend?
Would you think about me?
Would you wonder what was the last thing that pushed me over the edge?
Would you miss me?

I love how you put a smile on me every time I see you.
When I first saw you I had already knew,
This love is no doubt true.
All these feels really new.

You're spontaneous in so many ways,
You make any guy craze,
Your everything is something to praise.
Every time I'm still amazed.

You don't see me as I do towards you,
Because everything I am to you.
It's always a number two.
I question, what do I do?

It's funny how you're not taken,
If I'm not mistaken.
You're an addiction.
A real true limited edition.

Sometimes I kind of forget your name,
Yeah that's quite lame
But that's fine,
I'll just call you mine.

Sometimes I don't know why,
We rather live than die,
Nobody want to see us cry,
How are we supposed to get our piece of mind,

Don't think, just jump,
Just slit, you're a slump,
Feel the heat, keep the gas pumped,
Carve your meat, You're no trump.

Hold me now,
Because you're not you tomorrow,
And I might not be me.