Machine like in exterior. This is not the man I want to be. Subtle like setting suns. Casting their shadow over us. That, I feel I just can't fill anymore.
I miss your laugh,
I hear your voice. And I am still a wrecking ball.
I’ll smoke and smoke, until my lungs are black. And I won’t stop until I get you back.
I’ll pray and pray, everyday. But, even God could care less about the things I have to say.
Where’d where you? Where’d you go when I needed you most. Where’d you go? I’m scared no one can love, quite like you. Where’d you go?