You twisted yourself inside me like a root,
the one's that you always wrote about,
and it still drives me crazy that I can't get you out,
but you somehow got out of me.

But you sure did get out, easier than expected.
And I still don't know why you cut off so quick,
but I miss your ******* voice and your crazy bed head
that you never felt like you needed to fix.

And I can't stand how happy you are,
because you said you could never live without me,
but you only did what you know best,
I should've figured you would flee.

Each tear I shed has a part of you,
for all the times that we cried together.
Under blanket forts we hid from the world,
now you hide with someone else.

But I'll never forget my first day with you,
that's over ten years ago now.
And over ten years of memories you seemed to forgotten,
so I'm sat here, writing them down.