It has been 8 months since that horrible day.
I think about it different ways...

I want someone to love.
Not just as a friend...

When you look at me,
what do you see...

I love everything about you.
I love the way you care...

You have no idea how I feel about you.
You don't know how many times I think about you...

I don't want to live anymore,
what's the sense...

It's hard for me to answer certain questions.
It's hard for me to lose someone...

A million times a day I think about you.
I wonder what you are doing...

You are leaving soon.
I don't know what to do...

When I heard a young teenage girl died;
I never thought it would be you...

I need you,
I want you...

Confused..
Why am I so sad...