I'm just trying not to wonder where you are, torturing myself, days go by, stars dance and I smoke myself to sleep, If I miss you, I'm still sober. These months will turn into years, these years, into forever, I'll stumble through this quiet hell, hoping I'll see you along the way. I just swallowed sadness, tasted like stale beer and old tobacco, my heart breaking like waves my face white like sand. (c) 2001 by (++)Laura(++). All Rights Reserved