If I'm screaming at you so loud to love me, why do you keep turning away?  Maybe if I try a little harder, talk a little louder, press a little further, you'll come my way.  Why do I keep dreaming you're the person I want you to be, when both of us know there's nothing left here but dust and ashes of beautiful things that we can't remember.  Sadness creeps up on me like a sickness, encompassing my body and seeping into my lungs as I sleep, because all I want to do still is wake up next to yours.  White walls covered in memories, scribbled and scrawled behind my headboard so I won't forget, but I can't forget, even with coats of fresh paint and new shutters on my windows, your presence haunts my very being - everything I am cries for you.  Trapped in an existence wishing to turn back time, grabbing hold of the big hand on the clock and yanking it off the wall, crying as it shatters into seven tiny pieces but continues to tick on.  No more candy hearts, no letters on my doorstep.  Time to pick yourself up girl, move along.