my tear-stained pillows,
such vile things
did haunt me ounce,
and have come again.
before him,
now after,
that's how i will think,
before him,
i was lonely,
and after the same.
but with him i was happy,
full of life,
full of joy,
those times are now over,
i'm back to the board.
i can't come up with anything,
that will change my dipression,
he and only he is what had stopped it best.
i miss him,
but can't change what i've done,
i've lost him forever,
and now i must run.
my tear-stained pillows, 
such vile things,
did haunt me before him,
and without him they've came again.