Ideais Desiguais

You’ve disappeared, like everything else. Who else can I talk to? I’m lost.
When you left you took everything with you. But the absence of her is everywhere I look. It’s like a huge whole has been punched through my chest. But in a way I’m glad… the pain is my only reminder that it was real... that everything were.
You still think you know me, but you have no idea. I've changed.