Ode of Dangerous Dan Mcgrew

I sit here writing of ways to go in death,
I feel her all this time later,
Looking at photos she still takes away my breath.
I steal her memory but for a moment,
And am back with her yet again.
She is more then simply a girl,
Or a one night stand, a fling, or bang.
She is my heart,
And she sets my heart a whril.
But then I am back here,
She is way back there.
What is it fear?
Or do just miss her with out a care?
But I am afraid that I will never,
Never find anyone who will relpace her.
For it's easy without even being clever,
That even murder of misery and misery be,
She has found someone else,
And she has replaced me...