Everyday I look for you.
I know you're gone but still...
Every class, every test, every ******* meal.
I still ask myself, "Why you?"
Can anybody answer that? Really? Who?
I die a little more each day,
waiting for you to hold me again;
to tell me you love me and for me to smile.
I know it's bee a while,
but the pain is still here.
Every song I hear, brings one more tear
to add to the collection
and more and more nostalgic seconds.
You're supposed to be here with me,
not with Marilyn and Bob Marley.
I was mad at you in the beginning,
but anger doesn't bring a happy ending.
I cried today and yesterday and the day before that...
I wonder what happened to your favorite hat.
This is terrible, i feel like ****.
Who knew this would be it?