I know it’s been two years
But missing him still makes it hard to breathe
Hard to sleep, hard to eat
There’s a lump in my throat, a burn in my chest
An ache in my brain
He will always be the one that got away
The one that should’ve stayed, the one that should’ve loved me
He’s so far, like the moon, too far to reach
But I still feel him here, I still feel his touch, I still feel his warmth
I’m going crazy, insane, mad
Two years and I can’t forget, I can’t breathe.

I forgot his smell, it makes me sad
I’m sick of this, sick of him, mostly sick for him. I’ve always been crazy for him
I cling to the memory of his voice, the feeling of his warm embrace
Anything I can keep inside my mind, just a little taste of what was mine
I’m weak, so weak
Maybe I’ll miss him forever, maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be
All the men after him will become an antidote experiment
To find a cure, I need a cure.