Wanting something can, hurt you so bad.
Wanting someone can, even hurt worse.
When, I want you I die.
Wanting you makes, me want to cry.
But, You are not worth crying over.
I will not die you are still around,
until you move that is the only time I will
cry.
Mourn you like you are dead.
Wear a black dress and walk the places,
we always walked to, hoping to see you.
Which will not happen because you are gone.
You left me here with a broken heart
and nothing to live for.
What am I going to do without you?
I am going to cry myself to sleep,
knowing you are not’t coming back.
Even as hard as try to believe you are.
Moving on, is something that really hurts me.
