Black dirt will stain your feet.

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.
Times infinity.
I can't breathe.
I can't stop my brain from wrapping about you,
from sending me dreams of you.

I just want to forget you,
as you will forget me.

This is what I wanted
because this is what you wanted.

Wanting and needing are two very different things.
Some days I need to breathe
Some days forgetting that you breathe makes this a lot easier.