its certainly nice when it's quiet and I can hear you no more I sit alone in the sunshine feeding the birds
nobody to tell me nothing of any importance to me I sit back and wonder what happened there are no words
when you go...
its kinda strange being alone you were a part of my mind eventually I'm sure you'll come back in due time
but now I sit in this sunshine listening to nothing at all a bird that's nearby starts to sing his sweet and lonely song
when you go...
you know that you gave me nothing why must I keep you around - me just like the coldest of winters no warmth would ever be found - from you and so you left me with nothing and yet you always come back - here and if I let my defences down you'll return to attack