I feel a hole inside my chest
cause I can't stop missing you,
because he is not you,
none of them is you.

I'm keeping score of the days without you
and I find myself hiding between books
and music not to call you.

Because I liked how you didn't fight my demons,
instead they learned to get along with yours
and now they are turning against me trying to find something to do.

I stumble with your memory and burst into tears,
and I know I tried
and I gave the best in me,
but I couldn't make you love me enough
so I have to be the one who stops.