oh friend, my friend.
Where hath thou gone?
These sleepless nights hath frown me so.
To a point i am at death's bow.
How come you aren't though.
We bleed, we breathe together
so how come you aren't here.
Though i must say with all the haste that the times we made were are just a memory of thee as now you can't seem to be.
I search and search for a way but all i find is dismay.
In these melodic nights i call for thee yet all i find are fleas.
Moments of anger turned into fleas and somehow they are the only remembrance of you.
And somehow that is enough for me. Of flea, oh flea.
Where art thou?
Lack of you is shaming me apart
so tell me apart from all these lies
and tell me where you fly
as when all is said and all is done
you are still my friend though you,
a flea to me.
A flea i would rather carry than flee.