I thought about you a lot today. I'm pretty sure a day doesn't go by when I DON'T think about you, but hey, we deal, right? I'm thinking about that weird smile you used to give me. It made me feel really weird, but it settled me down and made me feel better. Your voice is really soft and quiet, I was thinking about that to. Why are you so quiet? You've got so much to say. I told you, the world needs a voice like yours to help them through their darkest hours. I know I did. But where's your voice now? It's ironic, baby. My darkest hour is when you're gone. I miss you. You were the kinda guy girls wish they had. The protector. The comedian. The sensitive guy. That all left when you did. Now you're the kinda guy girls bash. The reclusive one. The cold shoulder. I miss you baby. I would still take you back baby. Only because I know the real you. The real baby. My baby.