I quietly close away m emotions in a small book.
Writing them down and hiding them away.
Now I can't hear the soft humb they used to make.
And no one else ever will.
Writing them down and hiding them away.
Now I can't hear the soft humb they used to make.
And no one else ever will.
Today to me is 2o years from now.
Today I'm 2o million miles west of here.
Today I miss him 2o trillion times more.
Today I wonder if it even matters.
Today I'm 2o million miles west of here.
Today I miss him 2o trillion times more.
Today I wonder if it even matters.
