It is weird isn't it?
The voice I hear in my head.
It's talking in the warm tone of your voice
that I can't stand.
It's telling me all the sweet things
I wished to hear from you.
And when I heard them I heard you're leaving...
Is it funny to you?
One day...one by one...my mind spins around, becomes undone.
My last letter, to you, was sent.
I have nothing else to say, except I still miss you....
everyday.
