Its not the same i know without you, there's countless of us crying at night. There's misdirection in all our lives and i hate myself.
Because i only dream of you as a skeleton.
why is this happening to me?
Why did you have to drink that morphine?
I wasn't finished growing up yet I'm sorry if that's selfish of me.
I still regret that i was 180 miles away, when you took your last breath. The only thing that keeps me going is the closure i get when i know that i was the only one that got to say goodbye
Since you left, everybody stops and looks at me, just to remind themselves of what you used to look like.