June 3, 2004

aftermath

My eyes are burning
Reminders of your passing
"It's not like I'm dead"
Well it is to me
And you'd have it
No other way

How do we start over
It's obvious I don't matter
Everything and everyday
Was all just lies anyway

I can only endure so much
The weight of nothingness
Growing as we speak

To say I don't care
would be like saying you do

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