Plans were made. Words were said, even though the time was bad. Music sounded better when you were around. Now I'm stuck between pain and motivation. With happiness and progress as a distant relation. I can see you but your gone, hear you with no voice. I've typed 100 text just to erase and regress. Work doesn't matter, I'm stretched with no stress. All I can feel is this pain in my chest. Cause deep down I know for you I'm the best.. and all money does is compile and collect but this house is to be for just me and my head. How do I sleep without you in my bed. Maybe one day I'll tell you how close I was to begging.. I dont even know you all you did was wear leggings.