i miss the way you look at me, and how you play with my hair.
i miss just holding you in my arms, and how it made dissappear all my cares.
i love the way you loved me, even when i didn’t like myself.
i love the way you offered advice, even though i never asked for help.
you gave me everything, and i took it all away.
now i’m hanging by a thread, just trying to get through the day.
