me. My name's Erika. :) I'm 15. A high school senior.

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Thursday, May 3, 2007
Midnight Highway

Actually, I'm not feeling down or anything anymore. I don't feel any pain na rin naman. =)) I'm actually feeling really okay now.

But I found this song and I guess it suits HOW I FELT. Take note: past tense. :)) so I'm posting it because I just want to share it. :P

Your bitter goodbye is ringing through this quiet night,
This idle hour just wont pass
I've never missed you this much, never thought I would,
Didn't think you'd feel so far away

And your summer perfume is still blowing through this hallway,
Autumn's amber red shadows dance
I miss our midnight rides on highway 18, 18 is gone

And so go past the lights and all the excuses
You could have left "sincerely yours"
Don't you think it's obvious that I want to say more?
Cause anything too daring to say to you,
Will be said in this letter, then burned away
So you never realize, I'm here


I'm thinking of your vague reply
So I can understand
Why we put this at rest
Why we forget to
Say that we were leaving
And say that we were sorry

The past remains unspoken
As this vacant night is dying
But I still miss your summer perfume
This cold air brings in such a distance to us
Such a painful distance
And I'm still waiting for you to say you hate me now
So I don't have to, hold on to this burning heart
This burning heart is getting old, getting old

And while I'm sitting on this cold kitchen floor,
Head down to hide the tears,
I've realized
I've finally realized that you were never meant for me

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