Have you noticed how dry your wallet's been these days? I'm as empty as that. Plus shards of debris from a broken heart. Worst part is, it's been there for a long time. I've overlooked it and thought I'm all fixed back. Shit. How come he has to come back after god-knows how many cubersome months of recuperation? Shit. Yeah, I do miss you. I do miss you fucking eyes. But you know, sometimes you wanna go back but not return to the same path all over again. Feel me?
