• I wish you were here sitting next to me.
    With you, joy was all I was able to see.
    But now I feel cold and my heart feels so sharp.

    And the only question on my mind....
    How and why?
    With you, I thought I could fly.
    Why did you leave me and die? crying
    I was to young to face the facts.
    And my heart feels like it was stabbed with tacks.
    And again, how and why?