After five years I miss you so much it still tears me apart.
Maybe it’s because you had them call me first. I was your in case of emergency. Maybe that’s why. Maybe it’s because I no longer have someone to talk to about the jerks and douchebags I wish would look at me twice. Maybe it’s because I always rung you when it hurt. When it hurts like missing you does.
Most probably it’s because I had no idea you were that far gone. Most probably because I still feel helpless; like I should have done something for you. Most probably because I can’t seem to find my footing again.
Absolutely because the world is not right without you, and no one else seems to notice how wrong it is now. It seems I’m the only one who can see the flaws in every day without you.
Set the world straight again, will you? Wherever you are; I need you to do that now. I can’t live another wrong day, another day where you’re dead. I can’t.