When I first met you it felt so right, like maybe this is what people call life. Love songs all started to make sense, like before you I was completely dense. Then slowly you began to drift away, there were so many things I wanted to say. Time was something you never had, and small things made you extremely mad. I wanted us to work, I tried my best, but every moment became a test. Now your gone, and I don't know how I feel, I'm still wondering if you were ever real.