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.