You left me for Dead. I was Dead, alone, broken, you just didn't care about me. You never cared about how I felt or how I might react. Before I did anything, I thought about you. Our time was short, sweet, and beautiful. But everything that's good will definitely come to an end. There's no denying that. I will always remember you, you probably don't care or remember. The days without you were long and quiet. The days with you were quick and self-destructing.