I go

I go, and again I go

to places that we use to go

to see the sights we use to know

so much pain does it show?




I smell the trees I smell the air

dream and wish that you were there

this void inside will not repair

it was a heart I longed to share




I hear footsteps but they're not yours

moving fast then slow and pause

eyes look upon a loves lost cause

seeing heartache and emotional flaws




life is bland life is feeling bored

life is the same home and abroad

love is dangerous when explored

the level of pain can't be ignored