I wake up with the same feeling over and over again
Each and every time, that thought...
That excruciating fact...
I realized once more-- that you were gone

You know all the things that I want
The little quirks that I do
The words that I need to hear
Even every nook and cranny of my entire being

How can you leave like that
When all I did was to let you in?
How can you be unsure
When all I did was to give you the world?

How can you give me so much to remember when all you ever gave me was pain?