The tears of sadness roll down my face
as my life is changing for the better
and yet, no one has taken your place.
The growth, the new sights,
the anger and fears,
so many emotions masked by these tears
and yet, your voice is like nails on a chalkboard.
The changes of life
the one we once knew...
you think i am still longing for something...
oh, i am, but...that person is not you.
We are both different now..
we have grown so much apart.
My head is so much stronger now,
as your starts to fall apart.
I try to talk to you
tell you how life should be..
I understand now,
i fully know your heart is not with me.
I try and show you,
there is a different life
I try and show you, she really isn't that nice.
I long to hear your voice sometimes
when you come back as my friend...
but when I hear that voice,
its not the one meant to mend.
Still... all along,
Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard.
As much as I am here for you now..
I will be just the same then..
**** sometimes, when i write...other thoughts take over me, and i can never finish what i started....dammit
