i'll_be_seeing_you megan i can smell cigarettes on your breath and i can hear the sound of hysteria in your mind leaking out onto a blank page after 4 am some god forsaken morning and i can tell it scares you shitless, but you won't admit it and i can tell you want to give up but something just won't let you when you're following something that's fleeting dancing in front of your face, baring its ugly teeth and daring you come closer look deeper what do you see? it's exactly what you expected and what you didn't want it's nothing it's absolutely nothing can you be a rebel without a cause can you chase the sunset under a night sky haven't you already beat the system, won the bet, beat the odds? i just don't get it your neck tastes like leather grease and your hair feels like pine needles left out to dry take care sir goodbye 050421 ... shilohlives Cathedral bells are tolling, and our hearts sang on, Was it the spell of Paris, or the April dawn? Who knows if we shall meet again? But when the morning chimes ring sweet again: I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places, Tha this heart of mine embraces all day through. The childrens carousel, the chestnut trees, the wishing well. I'll be seeing you in ev'ry lovely summers day, In everything that's light and gay, I'll always think of you that way. I'll find you in the morning sun, and when the night is new. I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you. I'll be wishing, I'll be dreaming, I'll be seeing you. 050422 what's it to you? who go blather from