emobohemo

somedays aren't yours at all
they come and go as if they're someone else's days
they come and leave you behind someone else's face
and it's harsher than yours
and it's colder than yours

they come in all quiet

sweep up and then they leave

and you don't hear a single floor board creak

they're so much stonger than the friends you try to keep

by your side

downtown, downtown

i'm not here, not anymore

i've gone away

don't call me, don't write