1997

I was 12. What the fuck am I talking about?!

Missing someone is the hardest thing to do
Why do that if they’re not thinking of you
But you’re never sure if they’ll come back
You look and look but there’s no turning back
For the time of life 
For the time of love
For the time when 
You saw that white dove
Pass you by
An opportunity gone
Why cry?
Sadness falls
Night rises in
Reality call
But I still miss him.

© 2001 DiRtY