After three days.

i now sit after three days
my feet are hurting and my mind does not rest, not for a second
but i like it this way cause between lights and traffic i feel the warm sun at it's best
and im feeling the same emptiness just like last december, my heart is bigger than your chest.
pretty people walk down the street dreaming and singing, and some of them also complain while i look down the pavement and hear their silent hope of being loved for one day
don't desire what you can't because when they fly they don't come back
nobody buys my moon and nobody buys my ways, she protects me from above and they take me to a better place. do what you gotta do but don't sob no more, if you've ever really meant it just don't cry no more. i'll stay loyal to my being and all i can say is that now that i'm gone i prefer it this way. i'll reunite only with the ones who shared their hearts with me and for the rest of them we've already seen the end.