quotree At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind has come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone

I go out on a party
And look for a little fun
But I find a darkened corner
because I still miss someone

Oh, no I never got over those blues eyes
I see them every where
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there

I wonder if she's sorry
For leavin' what we'd begun
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone
Lemon_Soda More then I can adequately express here, but...she loved me, she really loved me...

...and that makes me feel great.
misstree and the stories keep bubbling out
and bringing smiles with them
and i can taste the taint of recent
but back then, oh the times we had,
the reverly and the howls and the laughter
and the sounds and smells and ohgod the feels
and i still carry so many pieces,
and i wish it weren't a
portishead nobody loves me
nobody loves me
(it's true)
nobody loves me
(like you do)
quotree touched
you say that i am too
so much of what you say is true
i'll never find someone quite like you again
i'll never find someone quite like you like you
the razors and the dying roses plead
i don't leave you alone
the demigods and hungry ghosts
god god knows i'm not at home
i'll never find someone quite like you again
i'll never find someone quite like you again
i looked into your eyes and saw
a world that does not exist
i looked into your eyes and saw
a world i wish i was in
i'll never find someone quite as touched as you
i'll never love someone quite the way that i loved you

-"touched", vast
misstree i want to forget you
i want to replace you
i want to release
this horrible longing
and feel myself fly free again.

i wish i could call you demon
but there's the love
and i wish i could call you love
but there's the death and the distance
and i'm left
alone, liek you promised
i would never be
and i still have the scar
but i don't have you
and i'm all alone
in this cold, cool spiral
with no partner, no playmate,
just me
and memories of you
and the hunger
that only you ever filled.
Sintina yep. me too.
If it's not the one, then it's the other. They can both rely on me to be forgiving and to persistently hold on to their frienship.
So it's easy for them to drop me like a rock, whenever, for whatever reason.
Some people would call this a very unfair, masochistic lifestyle for me to subject myself to. By dictionary definitions, I'd be inclined to agree. But if it really bothered me so much, I wouldn't do it. It's a part of who I am. And something that, in the end, always makes me happy.
what's it to you?
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