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
Jim Morrison
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