Bottles of liqour were never enough for me to forget the way you tasted. The smoke constantly reminds me the shade of your eyes. I look at the ceiling and see the dull angles we used to look at 3 am in the morning. I hate it. I hate it when everything I do constantly reminds me of you. I hate it when all the lyrics of my favorite songs tear my heart apart, making my pillows damp at night. I can only see myself when I'm with you. But now you're gone. Now I'm gone. Where will I find myself?