face first
the insurect years
This is something I will never say to you; You've heard it all before. The way I feel about those times that I once cried, a thousand times before. Summer's here and I will never speak to you. These precious memories and the way you thought you'd be from the first time I saw your face, to the last time I was in this place. You had it all together then until you sold it all to heroin. And now im giving up. I wish I could just say those things you told me once before about not giving up. I miss you now you've died in dreams a thousand times before. Like a long rope from an old tree, hangs a good friend. But only in dreams, I drip dry tears; when will I see you again? I'll never see you again. Summer's gone and I will never speak to you.