God I love you. I'm so confused. You left me several lyrics to occupy my thoughts and ensure me that I was in yours... I have no idea how you knew that I was out here and that I was everything you would have liked to be...
"I love you for what I'm not...
I do not want what I've got...."
A blanket acne'd with cigarette burns?
Speak at once while taking turns?
I hope you truly are here with me, but if you're not I will work my ass off to be sure people understand what you'd rather portray other than the image that was left at the time of your death. I feel a complete breakdown coming any day now... I hope you feel my love immensely as it barrels straight into your heart and soul as I bid you another birthday as forever 27. I love you.