meandpaul

I'll miss you 

I'll miss you every time I hear that song 
And every time I feel the need to tell someone something 
That I know they don't need to hear

I'll miss you every fall 
And every winter 

What happens when we all lose hope?  
When we stop believing that it'll all work out? 
What happens then? 

What does it mean to be different? 
What does it mean to stand out, to not be like the rest?
 In this day and age what is different? 

When I was born I was promised the world 
But I was born into a world 
Where my parents grew up to only survive 
Where family to my mom was merely blood 
But to my father was more than life 

If I had everything I wanted 
Would I have it all? 

But what do you want in life? 
Not me 
Not him 
Not her 

What do you want? 

If I had to say goodbye 
I wouldn't know what to say 

Would I embrace you 
Like we used to 
Or is the tension in the air pulling us away from that