Dedication to the “DEAD”

…You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.
How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.
So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind…Evanescent...I could not have said this better myself