Missing Her Again

In my little world I do what you must.
Waking up in lost dreams' dust.
Lusting for a life I long to be free.
My past is like a knife that sticks in deep.
A twister of love left nothing standing.
What I had to have left me crying.
Now I find myself where the sun won't shine.
Stuck with memories of thoes cherished times.
My heart in pieces, in a garbage sack.
Wishing for someone who's' not coming back.
On a dead-end street out in the cold
without the truest love I've ever known.

Glenn Miller