So it's been a little bit over four months,
and i have to say not much has changed...

Through all of my life you have always been there,
whenever i was in trouble you were always the one...

I want to say thank you for always being there,
whenever i was said, you were always there...

The notes there daggers,
they stick into me...

The Shock,
And the hurt...

Why can't i get you out of my head,
why can't you just be forgotten...

I sit here listening to music,
pouring out my heart over pieces of parchment...

So your gone,
it's time to face the truth...

Everybody thinks I'm all grown up,
they think I'm so mature...

I must say how sorry i am to you,
for through out our love i have not been true...

To feel your lips against mine,
would put me in heaven for the rest of time...

For the longest time it seemed,
that depression would never set me free...