Alright - Noah Gundersen

I can’t get you out of my head

I still feel your ghost haunting my bed

I still hear your voice in my ear

I still hear you whisper

I’m still here

I’m still scared of being alone

Touch myself to pictures of you on my phone

I think a piece of me died

When it was over like a heart committing suicide

I hope that you’re doing well

If this was necessary why does it still hurt like hell

I guess we all take things for granted

Till they’re gone, till they’re gone

It’s all right