Nothing that it was before it is no more
there was something here yet there was nothing here
I miss spending days in nothing making fun outta something
Old summers past but not at last but as if strippen from me with my last gasp
I'm siting here without you where you never were
I miss you like I miss sweet nothings because we truly had something
you are not living but to me you are not dead
not hearing you out loud for words you cannot say
hearing them inside my head til near the end of day
Monday, September 24, 2007
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