I stare at an empty album
trying hard not to visualize your photos still there.
Trying not to recall what you thought of them.
But I can't forget 're everywhere.
I can't erase you no matter how hard I try.
I see your face all around me.
In my dreams and every cloud in the sky.
Your voice still echoes throughout my head.
I still remember every apology that you have said.
And each time I forgave you,
knowing that you'll do it again.
You know I tried being a good friend.
I even gave you all of my strength to lend.
But each moment you took a piece of my heart,
you shattered it and tore me apart.
So here I am still staring at the book.
Trying to relax now that you're gone
But I can't replace you.
Why do I feel as if I'm the one
who has done everything wrong?