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 those 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.