You're in my dreams again and I don't know how you got there.
You've been gone for two years, yet I still miss your smile.
Tell me how I can get you out of my hair.
I'd do anything to stop being so sad over you.
I don't understand how someone could be so loving, yet vile.
I want to move on, but I don't seem to know how to.
Boys tell me they love me but it doesn't seem as genuine.
Your love was the soft rays of sun touching my cold, dead skin.
You were my own personal brand of heroine.
I'll finish this bottle of gin.
The only comfort I get are the nightmares in which you do not appear.