04-05-2002, 03:40 AM
its hard to miss something you never really had.
i want to waste away to nothing.
even then, it still wouldn't matter.
held captive in the confines of your name.
my aching hands no longer hold my head high.
never enough.
stuck in hard, cold desolate places.
when all i want to see is familiar faces.
it hurts to even say your name.
i want to waste away to nothing.
even then, it still wouldn't matter.
held captive in the confines of your name.
my aching hands no longer hold my head high.
never enough.
stuck in hard, cold desolate places.
when all i want to see is familiar faces.
it hurts to even say your name.