I'm not over you. I'll never be over you. How can I ever be over you when you are so engrained in my soul? When I look in the mirror, it's your eyes I see.
I look at the man that's taken your place in my bed. It's not fair to him that I can't love him. He is not you. He will never be you. When he holds his head a certain way or laughs a certain way, it's like you're here again. And believe me each time this happens, I die a little more inside. It's not like he doesn't try to be what I need. He just can't because he isn't you. He never realized that when I came into his life, I came in as damaged goods. A pretty item without a heart, because my heart was and always will be in your possession.
But now you are out of my life. You couldn't possibly be more out than this. And God it's killing me. Killing me slowly bit by bit and day by day. I am tormented by the memories of you. I still hear your voice, smell your scent, feel your touch. And it's driving me insane.