Besedila: Limp. Pop And Disorderly. Far Away.

not deserving of this you are there and i am nowhere near the feeling i =
thought would go away has grown and is far past to late and all i think =
about now is that you are there and i am nowhere near consolation i =
won't take it well nothin' else and no one qualifies consolation i won't =
take it well cause you are there and i am nowhere near here it is it's =
waiting for us i sit alone and watch it go i want it back so bad right =
now just one more time and then i let it go take me back i want to go i =
want to see your face again i want to die inside again just one more =

time and then i let it go and so it ends on promises a bitter taste is =
in my mouth and all i think about now is that someone near is finding =
what i want but i'm still here and you are nowhere near
Submitted by: Mel