I miss the smile that used to grace your face
when you really meant it...

Standing in the check-out line,
she ordered a pack from behind the glass...

I gave myself this idea on a forum...
She sits alone in her room...

I sit and stare at you for over an hour.
I see you smiling back at me...

It was something I'd heard so many times.
It was said in patterns. Like melodical chimes...

Across and ocean,
so far away...

I wish I had some way
to express what I feel inside...

Eyes meet once.
Beat everyone hears--bud appears...

One day, I was cookin' spaghetti.
I was waitin' till it looked good and ready...

ENJOY THE LAST CHAPTER OF THE NAMELESS GIRL'S...
A beautiful woman stands in the cemetery...

No one to tell this to
completely alone...

Waiting...
Always waiting...