To Kevin

Please come back... Tell me I was lied to and everything is okay. Tell me it was some sort of sick joke and you just needed to get away... Only for a little while though cause I know you wouldn't leave me here... Tell me that tomorrow will come and everything will be clear. Cause I swear I can't breathe and I swear I can't see and I swear this is something I don't want to believe. Why do the good go? Why?