every now and then i think of the ones i loved and lost,
and all of the things they will never get to see.
what they never got to see.
my eighteenth birthday.
and my nineteenth.
and my twentieth.
me, getting to college, and passing my classes.
me, getting my drivers license and driving around in my Punto.
they never got around to give advice, and how i need them...
i have so little people left now, and i fear to let other in,
because it pains me to think they might fade away too.
and i miss them everyday.