Lost

by Andrea   Oct 15, 2006


Now that you're gone I'm just not me
I've started doing these things to set my mind free
I'm growing crazier day by day
The tears keep falling wishing you would've stayed
I miss the sound of your voice
What I hate most is that you didn't have a choice
I can see you there up in the clouds
But the person I was is no where to be found

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