• Who's there to count on when I've been left alone in the graveyard? And who will be there when I leave, and who will care? skipping along the miles and miles of caskets while holding your hand and I will never forget the day when you ran away. As i fall to the floor into tears these words fit perfectly into a story where nothing else will fit. Why did you have to get so scared, and where are you now?
    If you told me, i would have ran with you. Now, days later, i found where you ran to. Somewhere where i can't bring you back, but I would have to go to. And when and if I do meet you there, would you remember me? Or would I be a vague memory of life to you?
    Knowing that you were gone has changed everything. Visiting your tombstone and bringing back so many memories. your voice echoing in the back of my mind, and feeling the cold wind through my hand where yours once was. I've lost the feeling of dreaming and i'm in touch with reality more than ever. Now I close my eyes knowing i will never count on anyone not to leave me again.