two and a half years. and here..
two and a half years.
and here i sit.
listening to the same old song.
thinking the same old thoughts.
and wishing for the same fucking things.
a picture above my computer.
brings a sort of comfort.
saying, yes. look. proof.
it happened, youre not crazy.
but i must be.
because a box full of pictures are all i have any more.
the memories start to fade too quickly and ive been left
with nothing but colourful fragments of a life thats not
even mine anymore.
and i should be at work, i should be on the road.
i should be so many place but where i am right now.
a moment in time.
and when i see you now its all a haze.
youre not yourself.
youre not the one i fell in love with.
youre vague and mushy.
like i could scream and it would take you 20 mins to turn.
or maybe you just never would.
maybe you never loved me quite as much as i loved you.
you used to be so passionate.
it was what i liked the most.
how do i let go of something that doesnt exist anymore.
how do i tell myself that its over.
where the fuck has my girl gone.
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