Nostalgia is taking over me, Like the sun covered up by the clouds. For a month I felt like something. I wasn’t empty.
Those long lost feelings, They were left in a foreign town, I’ll leave them there, Until I’m back again, Because I’ve lost myself at home. I don’t feel like anything, But I refuse cry for sympathy.
The summer breeze didn’t feel so cold with you, Walking until our legs gave in. I smiled, for the first time in a while. I smiled.