Dead inside...

by SplitSided   Oct 20, 2004


Here i sit in shade.
Shaded from the likings of you.
Here i sit and there's nothing you can do.
Sitting in the shade.
Looking at the disasterpeice i made.
Sitting here marvaling at it's beauty.
Sitting here watching so you can see.
As i sit here without the likings of you.
I start to wonder what else to do.
Your already gone.
But you weren't here that long.
You watched for awhile and that's it.
But then i could have predicted it.
Now your gonna do something stupid i can see it in your eyes.
Now that i left i bet you feel dead inside...

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