Alright

I can’t get you out of my head
I still feel your ghost haunting my bed
I still hear your voice in my ear
I still hear you whisper
I’m still here
I’m still scared of being alone
Touch myself to pictures of you on my phone
I think a piece of me died
When it was over like a heart committing suicide
I hope that you’re doing well
If this was necessary why does it still hurt like hell
I guess we all take things for granted
Till they’re gone, till they’re gone
It’s all right