I hear you But you're not around I promised myself I would get through ..it's always harder to fall up from the ground

This happened for a purpose Though I've yet to figure it out I've always looked beneath the surface And that's how you got out...

Will you be back? No one can answer.. but you I guess you found out every little bit of joy I lack So you ran as fast and hard as you're heart would let you

I can smell you But it's just my mind Telling me that I'll never get through Somehow I'll just pick it up and search for what I cannot find

By: Mika Buell March 19, 2002 9:15 p.m.

Inspired by: Joe