Something is diffrent. Ive ran out of words for everyone. Ive fought for him, and he`s left me no where in sight. Time, its diffrent from the time before. My smile is hard to come by, a real one at least. No this isnt my note of goodbye, its a sort of peace. Tomorrow will be suttle, ill sit back and grief. If the one I said to love, is to come around, at least it wouldn't be expected of me, to welcome him to me.