it's like, you know, sit on the history,to read your message and softly smile.so feel warm inside when I write"I am around. don't you out there without me fall apart"it's like, you know, listen songsyou throw me,to listen to the lines, to search for the hidden meaningand whisper, " you kill me"it's like, you know, summer insidebegins to stir in methey say my girl I'm still alive,lie down on your collarbonesit's like, you know, sit in the darkand suffering from wild painto think of you and pray"take minaevthe on warm sea"it's like, you know, to remember our last meetingand to understand that time, not at all, Oh no dick, not cures.it's like you know..no, not necessary. nothing needs to know.t