I miss the days before they're gone;
I miss the thickness of the heat
Going inside the sweat is suddenly there
A/C suddenly becomes heaven and eggs on the pavement
I miss the snow
It never snows where I live
But it did where I lived last time
I miss losing myself
Suddenly those worlds are false
Suddenly my pain is too near
But what I miss more,
What means more to me,
Is shirts and shorts.
I miss shirts and shorts.
I can't wear shirts and shorts any more.
I can't show my scars.
Doesn't it hurt
when pain
just won't
go
AWAY?
When you act of passion
and that act
is for
ever?
Isn't hiding it
just
the
worst?
Doesn't lying
twist
your
heart?
But what can you do, eh?
Things are
as things are
And they don't like to change
do
they?
Ever?