You can’t be gone.

I can’t live without you.

When I think about it, it gets hard to breathe.

The world would stop without you in it.

I need you to come back to me.

In the pictures, your face stays the same.

And I can’t stop myself from changing.

You will always be a beautiful man, perfect and never aging,

as I grow older and life gets colder

and I continually try to find something to make me go on.

But it seems like all the good things in life

have packed up there things and are gone.

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