I had a story over there.
A friend was asking me, "What are you supposed to do by staring at that place by hours like a dumb?" I said nothing. Then she continued, "Are you still hoping that someday he'll come back to you?" I said no. Sigh. I stared again, once upon a place. Suddenly a man came from the upstairs, just looked like my dad. I wished he didn't recognize my car, or worse, he had told his son that I was there. And so on, I drove home. A million times, a million ways, it's repeated.
I don't miss that place, its every little thing does never change. I don't miss that boy, his mom and dad, nor his siblings, they are still always there. So what's the matter?
I miss what it used to be. I miss me and you, used to be us.
A friend was asking me, "What are you supposed to do by staring at that place by hours like a dumb?" I said nothing. Then she continued, "Are you still hoping that someday he'll come back to you?" I said no. Sigh. I stared again, once upon a place. Suddenly a man came from the upstairs, just looked like my dad. I wished he didn't recognize my car, or worse, he had told his son that I was there. And so on, I drove home. A million times, a million ways, it's repeated.
I don't miss that place, its every little thing does never change. I don't miss that boy, his mom and dad, nor his siblings, they are still always there. So what's the matter?
I miss what it used to be. I miss me and you, used to be us.
