Its so hard letting you go.
There's times where I want to call you and talk to you.
I need someone I can talk to.
God I miss you so much.
I want you back.
I do. I do.
Why did it have to be now?Why?
When I am at my weakest time.
I thought I never see the time you leave me.
I know everything you said was true.
I know it doesn't feel like anything.
What do I do with this love for you?
Why doesn't it just go away?
I want you to call me.
I want you to wonder how I am doing.
I'm scared to call you.
I wait in those giving hours in the night for your call.
Friends, everyone doesn't know or thinks I am okay.
It's like trying to beat a cold.
That doesnt want to go away.
That keeps coming back.
Your love is my illness.
You're my cure.
