On the break Season, I asked.. Does he miss me? Why has he never called? Does he even have an idea why? Why i left? Why i try to be happy for him? Why i hold back my tears? Why i keep smiling in disguise? Why he keeps me guessing?
Then in long solitude I learnt you can't miss What you replaced.
Walls break apart and pictures fall A dot in line for a thought But the void was popped • Sphere as placement for fear A slot in the center in-between Eyes glow yellow Nobody nowhere Wants to be that devil