Eight and a half years of confusion turns into a lifetime
of torment.
Of replacing the unreplaceable. Of questioning the
unquestionable.
My life without you will exhausted by the burden of this
question and this question alone. (x2)
And I lay tortured by regret . Naked without your
security. I reach out and grab hold of nothing but the
delusion that maybe, one day, youll give me the awnsers
that i search for. Naked without your touch, Smile,
voice, and love.