when his name lights up on my screen i can't help but feel like he's falling in love with me all over again, even though I know he'd have to feel it one time first to even fall at all.
I didn't see you today And it hurt my heart Almost as much as When I do you see you. Why do I do that? Why does your absence hurt Just the same as your presence? Why?
"how are you?" a question she often got but never knew how to respond to, lies like "great" or "just fine" cracked her voice so much you could see inside her crumbling soul if you looked hard enough.