No reason to live. No way to survive.
The harder you try to make her come back
The worse it becomes
The stronger you lack
The laughter, her joy,
Her sadness, that pain...
The odds become good
You will go insane.
If she were alive
You would find a way
To make her come here
And, possibly, stay...
You grew to hate the stupid phraze,
This stupid phraze "SHE'S GONE"
The tantalizing pain inside your heart
Will NEVER heal with time...
When saying that,
They just don't know
They hurt you more.