Why do I re-read all these lines from the past that's what it is a past time to get myself down and and angry when all it will do is just come around and make me want to explode its not just, for me or you I don't why I'm like this you took something from me and I figured out what it was, it was the glint from my eyes that told me that I knew what it was to be alive not just living, I want to know how that felt but I can't now.Your presence, I don't know how to describe it but you give off this vibe as if...as if what happened never really did, I know I said goodbye, but I can't live here knowing you are too I have to move because you've made it known to me that I can't handle this because I can't channel this feeling into something useful all I do is hurt and I don't want that anymore when I found you I knew you were a precious ore. I ****** it all up for a *****.Now I'm 3 years older and I've gotten colder. I once hopped to be with you now I know that I Can't do that to myself. So this is goodbye...