the act of being alone

i'm losing my best friend

for a second time now
kill me with time

fill me with empty space

you will listen to the same tune

'til you fall asleep again

gazing for your face in the fear

knowing how much i miss you
i really prefer running away
books seem to get older
famous people too
this sick little feeling blue

at least don't i'm not killing for a dream

at least i'll be skydiving between minds

i'll broke a window or two to prove i'm alive

sadness is the best dish served cold tonight