MISSING
The way we start out.
It seems so artless
We scream our hearts out,
And become heartless
I lay alone,
Each single night,
Just blood and bone,
Steaming with fight
To love someone who makes you sad,
It's dramatic-but it's not right.
Sometimes when something's missing,
There's no way to get it back.
No waste of space or passing time
Or song or rhyme can change that.
And damn it is frustrating,
To find your first love's such a jack.
But sometimes when things go missing
There's no way to get them back.
We spill our lies out.
Proclaim our rightness
We cry our eyes out
And become sightless.
This is my sweet
And silent song
Just a lullaby
To prove you wrong
I want to watch it hit you hard;
I've been right all along.

Sometimes when something's missing,
There's no way to get it back.
No waste of space or passing time
Or song or rhyme can change that.
And damn it is frustrating,
To find your first love's such a jack.
But sometimes when things go missing
There's no way to get them back.
Sometimes when things go missing
There's no way to get it back.
And sometimes you're gonna have to find
They just aren't coming back.