So let me say a couple things: I miss the way it used to be.
I had no care for anything.
Now I'm just left with crippling grief.
It's snowing where you are so let it engulf me and go back to the place that you never want to leave.
A constant reminder that you're still there hidden beneath the leaves.
I would tell you every single word that is on my mind but everything still hurts.
I would tell you every single word that is on my mind but this fucking hurts.