Every single day is the same...
I wake up...remembering the dreams of you and slowly realizing that...you aren't here...I find the strength to get up, still closing my eyes and pretending that you're closer than you really are...I pick out a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and converse and think about doing make up...I grab my phone, my only real, direct connection to you...I step out into the cold air and breathe...and pretend...and smile the smile that fools everyone into believing that I'm perfectly happy and content...and then I mess up...I forget that I'm not suppose to be waiting for you...that I'm just suppose to go on with my life like yo