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