My Living Nightmare

I still think of you.

How have you been?

God knows I miss you.

Why did he take my best friend?

 

And even more than friendship it was that we had.

Do you remember the look in my eyes?

I could have never imagined it would turn out this bad.

Was everything you said to me lies?

 

And even so, I miss you.

More and more each day.

Sometimes I dream about you,

And the pain goes away.

 

But of course in the morning I have to wake.

And most days I think even that is a mistake.