the sadness is killing, to know how it is to lose someone, someone dear to you. the fact that you know all to well, the fact that you will never see that someone that is very special to to you. to the world, that person is another person, but to you, that person is the world. why does this happen? to put us to the test? the test that might kill you. please, dont throw your life away, its to special to throw it away I care for you, i love you, i cry and plead for you to come back knowing very well that my words you will never hear. i miss you, i want you back. you have the key to my heart, you have my heart, but i look at it now as it's fading away, crushed, holding on by a thread, about to die, you are the only one that can fix this, but you are no longer here.