13 August 2005

unwell

Not a thing did change.
All of my memories are entwined.
Don't you think it's strange
Your name runs shivers down my spine

And I swear I still reminisce
The feel of the hairs on your neck
And my pillow still smells like this-
I'd run my hands across your back.

Instead I'm staring at the ceiling
Knowing you will never call
And I can't shake the feeling
That I'm headed for a free fall.

I'm still weak, still in deep,
I know I shouldn't really tell,
We all have secrets to keep
But with you gone I'm just unwell.

I was just wondering
If you still remember my face.
Yeah, I was pondering
Hitting the road, just leaving this place.

I wanna be undepending
On you of all people I've known
But then I'd be pretending
That I'm over it, that I have grown.

I'm still weak, still in deep,
I know I shouldn't really tell,
We all have secrets to keep
But with you gone I'm just unwell.

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