I'll miss you

By lost the lonely dead •
There are times that come and times that go
phases and stages of strangness and here we are
thrown to and fro by some invisble hand
im quite convinced the world is doing just fine
without me! without you! without us, whats the point?
i think i missed it speeding down a highway
hoping for hope's sake a freedom i yearn for
see that line where i never should have crossed?
Im going to do it again a billion times in defiance
and in the end i know ill still be standing there
missing me, missing you, missing people
missing life...
the times that things never went right
the things that fell out that never
happened in 'real life' now is when
i miss innocence, though its far behind
im sick of talking the cloak says antisocial for a reason
im sick of loss
im sick of my own pathetic cries
im sick most of missing you