Countdown of emotions

Science says that in 7 years all my cells won't be the same.
Meaning there won't be any memories of you left in my body.
Not even your name.
I'll be immune like I have some sort of antibody.

I hope that's the truth,
Cause I can't deal with you appearing in my dreams 6 times a week.
Ruining my youth...
Making me take a step that's 6 feet deep.

Since I'm down these days,
5 thoughts of her go through my mind.
Even after disappearing without trace,
I still find unexplainable reasons to think of you as kind...

I envy your tranquility,
Cause every thought of you lasts about 4 hours.
Slowly losing my sanity
Thinking if, on my funeral, will you bring flowers?

It was at least 3 times,
I explained why I can't fulfill your expectations...
But I guess you waited for these signs...
To leave me penniless, half dead by the roads.

It's really pathetic how,
If you said 2 words, "miss you"
I'd break my vow,
And relentlessly rush to kiss you.

I know it's too late to restart 
And I know I won't be whole cause of a painful theft.
There's still a missing piece in my heart...
I know that's the one you took with you when you left...
I hate you.