Oh yes, how does it stop?
When it has been 2 years already; and I still long for you; and I still miss those stares.

I managed myself without you, I was absolutely fine, but then you came and I just can't seem to breathe; and I still miss your voice even with the thousand things they say to make me hate you, even with the things that made me cry. The ache in my chest, and the things that are long gone I still feel them coming back.

He came through the gap in my bones and left it with a blank spot. A spot, a special place in my heart, that will always be for him.

Oh yes, how does it stop?
When you came 2 years ago and you still haven't left; you still haven't left my mind.

I waited from midnight until sunrise
for a chance to wander
but should I sit and wait longer
for the butterflies?
what if I stayed too long
for something that’s already gone?
and what if they already left
long before the sun?