If your glass is half empty, fill it up to be full.
We’ll meet again, but you’re a lifetime away, and I need you now.
I miss you like the mismatching sock I can’t find. You’re out there somewhere.
Some people hate the rain, other appreciate it for the blooming flowers.
You be the sun, I’ll be the moon, let’s share the stars and dance in the sky.
I’ll put you in a jar on my shelf for a cold, rainy day when I need you the most.
One dead and one alone. That’s how the story ends.