Eight and a half years of confusion turns into a lifetime of torment.
Of replacing the unreplaceable. Of questioning the unquestionable.
My life without you will exhausted by the burden of this question and this question alone. (x2)
And I lay tortured by regret. Naked without your security. I reach out and grab hold of nothing but the delusion that maybe, one day, you'll give me the awnsers that I search for. Naked without your touch, Smile, voice, and love.