It’s not the same
You know I wish you were here
don’t you? Dedication to the tree.
She doesn’t know you. I hate it.

Old videos, pictures, memories
I hate them now.
I hate that I hated them then.
You then. I wish you were here.

You’re not. You’re not coming back.
I cant stop thinking, wishing, dreaming.
You’re here. I’m happy. Everyone’s
normal again.