The world has no volume
Sunshine is hidden
Sense of touch is gone
And blood runs cold
After Love

Packing boxes and bags
Stripping my mark from the room
Carrying out anything
That may remind you of me
After Love

Feeling of almost naseau
Coldness in my hands
Dry eyes can find no tears
Broken heart has no beat
After Love

Empty thoughts of angered words
Confrontation over your deciet
Disappointed in your desregard
Never trust for some time
After Love

10/11/2001

Posted on 10/11/2001
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