Won't you come and wash away the rain?

I ache for what you were.
I ache for the bliss of us.
I ache.
And there's not a damn thing i can do,
When I can't even get you to talk to me.
I ache to be held.
I ache to be needed.
I ache to be wanted.
But not by anyone.
By you.
I feel so lost without you.
How could you create so much chaos?
So much change?
How could you?
How could you leave..
Why?