In the midst of this nothing. This miss of life.
Still there's this one thing just to see you go by
It's almost like lovin'. Sad as that is
May not be cool, but it's so where I live
It's like i'm your lover or more like your ghost.
I spend the day wondering what you do, where you go.
I try and just kick it but then what can I do?
We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.


( a l y a a ) @ Friday, August 29, 2008 / 3:59 am /