Wednesday, September 21, 2005
moral of the story? don't leave.
In more ways than anyone could ever,
I miss you, the one I used to know.
You turned and walked away, just like that.
What am I supposed to do?
How am I supposed to feel?
I feel fucken crappy.
It’s been a week.
Or more.
I don’t know.
Time came to a standstill since the day you walked away.
This song’s for YOU.
That is,
if
You
even
remember
that
I
exist
anymore.
I miss you, the one I used to know.
You turned and walked away, just like that.
What am I supposed to do?
How am I supposed to feel?
I feel fucken crappy.
It’s been a week.
Or more.
I don’t know.
Time came to a standstill since the day you walked away.
This song’s for YOU.
That is,
if
You
even
remember
that
I
exist
anymore.