How do you go on living.
When I'm out here daily, dying.
I always pick up where you left me.
I always pretend I am happy.
How can you live your life knowing your half is not?
How can you sleep at night when your half nightly sobs.
How do you smile at girls and make them fall?
When the last time I fell, you were the last person to see me crawl.
I'm so sick of living this lie.
None of my friends are left to see me while I slowly die.
I kid myself everyday.
I try to love anyway.
I look for you everywhere.
I'd die to run my fingers on your hair again.
I forget you most of the time.
But when there's something new in my life that I want to share, I always turn around.
And though I am very much aware.
Every time, I still hope that you are standing there.