Since you've been gone, it’s been hard for me to think. Since you've been gone, whatever I type or write would always seem wrong and I just end up erasing everything. Since you've been gone, I start to space out and don’t know what to do. Since you've been gone, all i want is some sleep to dream.
Since you've been gone, dreams begin to horrify me, not because they’re scary, but because i’d rather stay in slumber as I dream of the scenery I can never have in the real world than to wake up and know some part of me is gone.
Since you've been gone, I tend to forget what is real and fake. Since you've been gone, I feel lost in everything I do.
Now that you’re gone, I realize that I can never be me.