You used to think that someone would come along and lay beside you right where they belong. But the other side of the mattress looks brand new. What's the point of holding onto what never gets used? Other than to sit and desire for something new. And I try not to worry, but you've got me terrified. I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure what I'm looking for. I spent this year as a ghost, and I'm not sure where home is anymore. I gave you my all and you didn't give anything. Now you don't have anything, and I don’t feel bad for you. You've screwed up ... but in your heart you know better. It’s hard to lose somebody. I spent a lot of time searching for reasons or answers...
...but you can't find what's not there...
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