I have these pictures of you
I can’t look at them now
I have these memories of you
I can’t think of them now
I have this need to see you
But I can’t be with you now
Because you’re gone
And you’re never coming back
This isn’t some sappy love poem
Where I dramatically confess my love
And lament the choices we made
That have left me alone again
This isn’t some stupid plea
For you to come back and see me again
Because you can’t
You aren’t at home
You aren’t out with friends
And I’m not pretending you’ll call me again
Because you won’t
I wasn’t there
And it’s killing me
They say you held on
For three hours more
And I wasn’t there
And it’s killing me
I don’t know how to deal
With never seeing you again
And it’s killing me
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
I have these pictures of you
I can’t look at them now
I have these memories of you
I can’t think of them now
I have this need to see you
But I can’t be with you now
Because you’re gone
And you’re never coming back
This isn’t some sappy love poem
Where I dramatically confess my love
And lament the choices we made
That have left me alone again
This isn’t some stupid plea
For you to come back and see me again
Because you can’t
You aren’t at home
You aren’t out with friends
And I’m not pretending you’ll call me again
Because you won’t
I wasn’t there
And it’s killing me
They say you held on
For three hours more
And I wasn’t there
And it’s killing me
I don’t know how to deal
With never seeing you again
And it’s killing me
