all i have left of you is clothes that smell faintly of you
and a letter you wrote me
god knows how much i’ve read it
i wish i could hear it in your voice
i wish i didn’t get like this over you
i wish i could stop feeling like this
i wish i could get over you
but i don’t know that i will
and i hate that
i hate it so much
i hate that i won’t see you again
or hear your voice
i hate that i did this
i wish we could go back to the beginning and start over