I woke up in the morning in your bed I wondered why, and then I remembered. I fell back into bed weeping. I snuggled deeper into your bed and felt something in the bottom of your bed. It was a letter, from you. You knew only I would find it. I read it and then started crying all over again giving me a throbbing headache. So it really was my fault. All my fault. Your dead and it's because of me.
