Its been over a month since you left me for dead.
They ask me how I'm not angry at you.
They don't understand I love you too much to be angry with you.
I still cry too.
Me, the guy who couldn't even cry when my dog died,
The guy who couldn't cry when my friend died,
I cry for you every day.
Now isn't that messed up.
I'm the guy who had no emotions.
I don't know what you did,
But you sure done it good.