I wish he still loved me...
The way he did before...

Don't know what to think or say,
I love you more and more each day...

You make me smile,
When you look at me...

When I go to sleep at night,
I hold on to my pillow tight...

Heartbroken.
Pain...

Do I have no tear ducts?
No, theyre still here...

So I sit in my room at 3 am.
Writing poem after poem...

This singer sings to me,
A painful lullaby...

One last thing,
Id like to do...

Hanging out with friends.
Late night movies...

Do you know what's killing me?
It is killing me that I can't live without you...

Where are you now?
What are you thinking...