There is a feeling of restlessness
Of boredom
Of things left undone and unsaid
When I think of you
When I miss you
Nothing heals, nothing helps
I wish for things that have no point for wishing
I only know that I feel empty
But even that won't last
It's such a shame really
For there was something in you, in me
That is now lost.
Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 8:40 PM UTC
There is a feeling of restlessness
Of boredom
Of things left undone and unsaid
When I think of you
When I miss you
Nothing heals, nothing helps
I wish for things that have no point for wishing
I only know that I feel empty
But even that won't last
It's such a shame really
For there was something in you, in me
That is now lost.