waking up,
Old, and alone.
Nothing to welcome the new-come day.
No one to share happiness and life.
Not a friend to recall old memories
No soul to serve a sympathetic ear.


and sadness fills me. Because i know,

once i'm gone, thats who you're gonna be.

I wont know if you will miss me,
i dont know if you regret the things you've lost.

Though each day i live,
each day you die,
I will carry the burden of those feelings.

10/13/2001

Posted on 10/13/2001
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