I used to be your favorite guy,

I used to have a plastered smile and you were the reason why,

I'll die for you used to be our favorite lie,

We always talked about to the moon and back while lighting reefers and drinking rye.

I witnessed you being put to the ground, 

But I can't help myself from searching for you up there in every night's sky,

These words wound my heart and sully with blinding tears my eyes,

They say time heals, but I have found that so far to be a lie.

I was your canvas and you were the artist, together we made magic,

But now you are just a memory, one I wish I never had cause it hurts hellishly that having you for a little longer is a wish I never had,

And the fantasy of our forever that'll never be makes me ever mad,

But without a doubt you are the…