nd it makes me sick that I still think of you
your memory is stuck like glue
and no matter what I do, I can’t rid myself of the residue
let me go, won’t you please?
oh release me, hear my pleas
your name alone brings me to my knees
you’re like a deity
you make me weak, and how I long to hear you speak
but do you know you do this to me?
and had it been just a week, but a decade has passed us by and the distance still makes me want to die