there
comes a time, when you
never
have to ask
whats wrong? or whats missing?
something inside already speaks it
and it never
stops reminding you
with your body so feble
and the mind so stirred
memories can seize control
and the day bleeds night
until you are a fool. exausted
can you ever tell your self something is missing?
would you ever be reminded of this again
Would it please you
to think I was never there? It can never hurt.
the spacious gaps can never hurt
i strech the smile wider
place the burden on my back, take the fall
"when people die they take a piece of us with them"
thats right i'll be going wit