We’re all thinking about the way things used to be.
But I trouble myself uselessly, as I try to remember the taste of love, because it hurts to think about anything else.
Every part of my head is taken up with thoughts, of everything I ever was.
Every day is a struggle in every way, as I try to forget the sound of your name.
I can’t live in this atmosphere.
I’m sick of breathing in air that makes me feel sick.
All I can think of is leaving you behind. This isn’t acceptance on my burdened mind.
My heavy eyes walk me through life, as I live in this world that only brings me strife.
Fuck, I’m so sick of being me, everyone keeps crowding me.
In a world that lacks intimacy, the air is so close to me.
Your pain will linger, and all memory of you will fade as slowly as the smell on your pillow washes away.
And through this happening the hairs on the back of my neck stand taller than towers at the thought of me waking up in an empty room every day.
Though I’m not losing sleep, I walk around tired from the world I see around me. Everything reminds me of your warmth, your eyes, and the way your words fell from your mouth into my ears.
I never thought that I would live like this.
What's left in my bones is diminishing. I’m struggling to find anything worth keeping.
Your memory will fade like this feeling, as I live, that will only bring me strife.
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