She’s tired of faking laughs and faking smiles to seem half okay when all she is, is gone. So far gone that she's dead, so freaking dead that the only thing that keeps her alive is the sound of her dead brother's voice and his image but now she doesn't remember any of it so she's denigrating. There’s no one to save her and she can't even save herself, so she waits for death to realize its mistake. She waits for death to undo it, undo its mistake or give her a chance to hear her sweet brother’s voice again and remember what he looks like. She waits because that's all that’s left to do.
"I wonder if you remember me the way I remember you. Baby soft hands and velvety lips. My sunrise in my tsunami of feelings."
Our souls bare the pain that our hearts won’t handle because if our heart were to handle it we would die.
Baby, what didn't you understand? Do you want me to explain everything again? Do you want me to go over it all because I will if it means having you back? I want my heart to beat in sync with yours, I want to hold you close and dance the night away. I want to kiss your lips until they are blood-red, I want to tell you I love you until my lips fall off; but most of all, I just want you back in my life, belonging to me and only me.