You took this from me. I know it. And i want it back. My lungs need air. My head needs to stop thinking. And you need to get out of my life. You wanted to end yours for me. But what would that have done? Erased your existance and broken what you took. Looks like you have to buy it now. Too bad there's no price tag, if you bring it to the register you'll see that. All that time I thought of it. All that time i spend screaming into my pillow crying because i was happy enough to explode. That's all thats left. There is not Romeo and Juilet life play that i will be a part of. I need you to step back and look into my eyes and tell me, its ok. I need you to smile at me and tell me that you understand. And i need you to walk away not looking back because thats what I'm used to. There has been nothing else that anyone has ever done. As much as it hurts me to see you go i need it. I need to swallow hard. I need to feel a pulse. I need to feel like I'm alive. So give me back what you took... I want my heart back.