Thinking of the flash backs.
But I gotta face the facts.
You’re gone from me.
Everyday I’m slowly getting better can’t you see?
Maybe it’s the drugs helping me out.
They make me feel like I can float.
Without them now I can’t feel happy.
Without you I can’t stand but feel crappy.
So many memories... you were a good pal.
Now you’re gone and Im left with nothing
cant you tell?
