I've been flipping through my book of songs, and i realized that you never escaped a page. Every line that bleeds from this pen carries a thought of you.A memory, or just the feeling that no matter what I do,you're with me, in my mind and in mmy heart.You're a part of me, and there is nothing we can do to change that.You're a part of me.Even in my memories, the ones you love are the first to leave and the pain you try to forget remains.Eventually it carves a hole in your heart so deep, you bleed to death and wonder how you ever stood a chance