Under the sun, waiting for the clouds to come,
The winds that blow, Whispering your name,
So much sun, I close my eyes, The times go back,
In a time warp, I feel this is where I stand again.
None there is none, who factor me in their lives,
Its just you who makes me special,
The need to be wanted on which I thrive,
I know you are here, but not near, its terrible.
I feel like tearing myself apart,
Visions of the glorious past, Staring right at me,
What wish did you ask for? Didn't you want to tear my shirt?
And finally here we stand lost and in the center of the sea.
Crying out my soul just makes things worse,
I have no way to go, no point of return,
Wonder why, there was this curse,
Lying in complete abomination, "You son of a bitch".
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