When You're Gone by The Cranberries
Hold on to love
That is what I do
Now that I've found you
And from above
Everything's stinking
They're not around you
And in the night
I could be helpless
I could be lonely, sleeping without
And in the day, everything's complex
There's nothing simple when I'm not around you
But I miss you when you're gone
That is what I do
Hey baby
It's hard to carry on
That is what I knew
Hey baby...
Hold on to my hands
I feel I'm stinking
Stinking without you
And to my mind
Everything's stinking
Stinking without you
And in the night I could be helpless
I could be lonely, sleeping without you
And in the day, everything's complex
There's nothing simple
When I'm not around you
I miss you when you're gone
That is what I do
Hey baby
It's hard to carry on
That is what I do
Hey baby...
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The words seem to be flat against the screen but I can sense the emotions I felt back then…
The salty tears I refused to cry…
The confusion…
The frustration…
Time heals people or does it simply steal your ability to feel?
Numbing me…
The mustiness of the old memories whiffs up into my nose…
The nostalgic feeling still remains…
How long am I going to long for events of a black and white memory?
The scratchy records keep on playing…
Don't wear out…
Don't wear out and leave me with the silence…
But Time numbs you out…
Insecurities are stitched up and mailed into eternity…
Tears are wiped away with blankets…
Old wounds are cooed over and let to heal…
A mail from the past arrives…
It robs me of my ability to be numb…
I still feel the longing echo-ing inside…
A desperate clamor to save myself…
To save my heart…
I send her my feelings…
Pray that the blue sky would rain for me…
In my musty old room, I will keep on playing those scratchy records I so cherish…
I will sing those songs that made us cry…
Dancing between the cobwebs…
Life goes on…
I prefer to look through my dust stained window, simply enjoying the light falling onto my translucent hands…
For I too am just a memory…