You're really Gone... Aren't You?
You've been my best friend for 15 years, ever since kindergarten. A week ago you were killed by a drunk driver. Every night I sit in my room crying.
It was my fault. My fault, Liz.
If I hadnt called you, asking you to come over, you wouldn't have been out that night. If I had waited until morning, you would still be alive. I wanted you to come over for a surprise party. I wanted to finally tell you I love you. I've always loved you, always been there to help you, always wrote those songs that were secretly for you.
And you were on the phone with me when you died. I HEARD you die, Liz... I can't live in a world without you. It hurts so much...
I want to die too.