sitting here with your picture
its only memory now
its not my fault i tell my self
i cant control our fate
id
whisper softly
you never talk out loud
ur language is a different sort
but its easier to read
u kno, i hate that
its your fault
u think i dont, u think i dont
shes gone again
shes far away in a world
all extreme
so distant or so it seems
i wish that i
cud bring
it back
if the world were fair
it wudnt be this way
