I used to move when we were sleeping. You weren't supposed to move away. It was fun when we were playing, now it's hard every day to think about. My heart is gone, and I've lost my mind. I've lost you. Now I'm just losing time. I don't know what to do. I've lost you. Now I wanna die.
I've fallen down and I can't look up- there's nothing to see. I don't know how I feel about love. What am I to believe? "Love is real," and, "real is love"*? Tell me, how is that not good enough?