Yeah I know. This is supposed to be hard. This ridiculousness Has to get me Thinking I really miss this thing I felt. She Ain't gonna be my missis It should hurt me deep But it's gone.
See, I feel empty. Nothing's really going on My mind tells me to be filled full Of painful stuff I should be feeling ill. Pull My hair out I should want those pills? Bull. I don't feel a thing. Cause it's gone.
That scares me. It doesn't feel normal. Why don't I feel oppressed by This lack of pain? Should I be feelin stressed? Try To brush it off But I really must confess I Can't see anything to brush. Cause it's gone.
I guess I can forget. Maybe I'm really ok. I can't dwell on the past no That doesn't work I can't be living fast though That's dangerous But this day could be my last so I'm gonna move along. Cause it's gone.
In fact I gotta move. I won't just sit here. Maybe I should run away to Some place nice Somewhere I can stay. New Me to be New kinda way. You Won't find me again Cause I'll be gone.
I wrote this in a really angry confused time of my life. I think the rhyme scheme and word choice make that pretty obvious though so yeah