• Today I looked at old pictures of people I once knew.
    The kindness in thier eyes of hazel, green, reds, or sometimes blue.
    And I wondered if they miss me
    I feel like a seagull without the sea.
    But i cant help but wonder if they even notice that I'm gone.
    Does the girl I once loved notice that I'm not in the hall singing a wierd song?
    Do the teachers notice that thier student isn't there to learn?
    Do the store clerks notice that one less person isn't there to see the brand new urn?

    I wish I could know the answer to these questions, but I don't know.
    All I do know is that all that feels like a rerun from an old 70's show.
    I guess that the memory just fades with time.
    I should just except that I will forget the spots that lose thier shine.
    Sadness is all I feel when I think of those left behind.
    Of course I keep playing my "Glorious Return" in my mind
    But of course that ain't goning to happen anytime soon.
    I just close my eyes and wish it was still the time my girlfriend and I sat looking at the moon.
    It was beautiful. That night her and I were talking about us getting engaged and married one day.
    Later that month we broke up and went our seperate ways, but life's ironic that way.

    The day I go back to my home will be a dark day instead of the day of happiness I once saw.
    I will be graduated from high school, and be on my own finding every one of my flaws.
    I will miss the days where my friends would call about six in the morning with worries.
    I always told them when I would be over to talk in person and I always would hurry.
    When you have others relying on you, you tend to work harder than when it's just yourself.
    At least that's the way I am. Everyone else deserves the higher shelf.
    My ex once told me that I have a great potential to do good.
    I said to her that her brain has left her sweater's hood.

    I'm nothing special. I'm just like the next guy and the one after him.
    I have lived half of my life going after a younger woman than I. Her name was Kim.
    Kim was a different type of woman all together. I haven't found another like her since the day we met.
    Which is probably good because after we broke up all I had done was wept.
    Some call me pathetic or too simple to be with others.
    I say your right. I don't deserve the right to make women mothers.
    I lost the urge to be with other people all together.
    All I want is to be left alone with nothing more than a drink made by my brother.