I thought that things get better in time, but I still need you. Why is that? You're the only image in my mind, so I still see you around. I miss you, like every day. Missing you insane. Words don't ever seem to come out right, but I still mean them. Why is that? It hurts my pride to tell you how I feel, but I still need to. Why is that? It's so simple, a feeling but it's everything.
