A vague feeling,
Of a soft caress over tender skin.
It sends me reeling,
But my heart is made of tin.
It can be crushed,
But yet oh so cold to touch.
I\'m not sure where I am,
Or where I am going.
Though whichever way I go,
I know,
You won\'t be there.
Those twinkling eyes,
And wild hair,
That always made me stare...
Those won\'t be there.
I\'m not sad that you won\'t be,
Nostalgia always seems to enfold me
In it\'s tight embrace.
And I wither away at such a rapid pace,
My sanity is reaching the last leg of the race.
I\'m not sure who my opponent is,
But I know I\'m losing.
Still yet I fight,
For maybe one day I might,
See you just for one more night.