Looking around my room

As i look around my room
i see memories from the past
of you and me...
there's our picture from winter formal...
and the monkey you won me at the fair...
there's your hat that you said i looked good in...
i read through my journal
recalling all the good times
i had with you...
and all the bad ones too...
i began to pack away your things
recalling evey mintute we had together...
it hurts so much to think of what we've become and with every breath there comes a tear...
one for you and then one for me...
i pick up our pictures and more tears fall with every painful memory a knife stabs my heart more and more...
finally everything is packed away out of my sight now i must start living the days without you...
only if it was that easy...