This is it,
I've said all to be said here...

Finnally released,
Lying down...

Once I've grieved
The loss of it...

I think its gone
I don't feel the emptyness in my gut...

Your mind is,
Racing...

As the frozen breeze blows through,
I don't notice...

I see
I get it...

Inside my chest
My heart yearns...

Lets go back
To those hot May days...

Each day,
I walk up and down that hall...

Nothing ever
It will always be outdone...

I sit in my room
I resent them...