Three months and I still remind myself
that you’ve gone away from here
Three months and I still can’t see
Anything before me clear
Three months passed by so slowly
And I’m still waiting for you to appear
Three months and I just can’t let you go
’cause all I want is you to be near
It’s a hard road facing reality alone
Without that one who connected you
To every other living soul
Even in my dreams you’re so far away
Leaving me with nowhere left to go
I try so hard to forget
But I know
A part of you will haunt me
Wherever I go
Three months and I still remind myself
that you’ve gone away from here
Three months and I still can’t see
Anything before me clear
Three months passed by so slowly
And I’m still waiting for you to appear
Three months and I just can’t let you go
’cause all I want is you to be near
I can’t keep pretending
That I’m as happy as I seem
When inside this lonely being
Is a crippling misery
Each day’s dark ending
Brings out the pain in me
And I lose myself in the haunting
Happy memories bring to me
And I lose a bit more sanity
Three months and I still remind myself
that you’ve gone away from here
Three months and I still can’t see
Anything before me clear
Three months passed by so slowly
And I’m still waiting for you to appear
Three months and I just can’t let you go
’cause all I want is you to be near
I cannot see
Now how to move on
When the past won’t let me be
But somewhere in this tattered soul
Is still a piece of me
With strength I hope I’ll find
And reclaim the me others still see
Until then it hurts to miss you
When you’ll visit me in my dreams
Will Van Stone Jr
Will is an author and artist and producer (it’s only one indie short film but it’s on IMDB.com so it totes counts!) and founder of fetchentertainment.com and pain in the ass. He rather opinionated and has no problem sharing his thoughts on a variety of topics from the freakshow that was Election 2016 (how tf did Trump freaking win!?) to the importance of matching that belt to those shoes. He adores penguins and has a maniacal plan to use an army of them to take over the world and crown himself Emperor of All That Is (though he’d be happy with the Winter Russian Palace in what he would rename Mine!-Mine!-Mine!) but until then enjoys hiding away in his apartment and writing all sorts of tales that would worry that cokehead Sigmund Freud (really, we should believe he snorted for science!?) and drawing pictures of his creations.
