I remember your smile
I can still see your fangs
I remember how you loved your muscles
You loved tattoos
Piercings
You loved your friends
...You also loved the high that killed you

I don't know how people go on living now that your gone
How they can wake up in the morning without thinking about you
How they can fall asleep

I envy them so much
I know I'm not the only one

When you come back I'll be waiting
I'll never let you go again

When I saw you lying in that coffin
I knew that couldn't be

They didn't bury you
So you could come back

Is it too personal yet?
Has it gotten awkward to talk about it?
Why should it be hard to talk about?
It’s so easy to think about

All I see is you
Before I sleep I think of you
And in my sleep I dream of you

Come back to me and let things be normal
Take the pain away
Just knowing you were alive
Would make it all ok again

Very deep. Well done.

Thank you )