I’m keeping you in mind. Your green eyes have turned to grey. Your only joy is a bottle. I’m here to tell you it’s not your fault my old friend. I’m holding your hand to let you know what was stolen from you won’t be in vain. I know you are giving up on your love. Despite giving in, despite giving up I know that this might never end. But you can’t let this be the death of you. Let your heart beat. Let it always beat.