People don't know that I never sleep an entire night through. They don't know that I'm still crazy over you. People don't know that I am ashamed of everything that is me. They don't know how well you knew me. People don't know that you became my everything. They don't know that you inspire me when I sing. People don't know how far gone I've become. They don't know that my healing after you has just begun. People don't know that I told you "I love you". They don't know that you loved me too. People don't know the real reason I don't talk to them. You still know more than them. I left. Then you left. That was the end. But what people don't know is the reason why. What you don't know is that since I left, my soul will surely die.