When I hear your voice I feel so alone
I want to be with you yet I hate how you're gone
You were so liked, you were so liked, you were so liked
And if I died I would never know what would happen
I've said it before

Let's go to the sea side
Let's float in a boat outside
I wish I had something
And I wish I had someone
I just wanted to hold onto someone who would hold on to me
And how come people in stories make me feel alright?
Yet going out makes me hate my life?