Eight years ago,
by Tim Kimball
Everything was so simple then;
Especially since I knew when,
To hold on or let go;
Now, I keep my feelings close in tow,
Deep with feelings on whoa.
Keep your bloated remains,
As I scrape the last of my confidence off the wall;
I live like this day to day,
While the peace, for which you so long searched,
Keep me mind while you visit your friends again,
A lost little boy still searching for his identity;
It was you, who garnered all the attention,
Even from my subconcious;
I never knew who I was,
Although, I sure thought so at the time.
The pain comes,
And the pain goes,
I never thought I would miss you,
I hated you so;
How did I become so low?