I try to sound profound, I've found.

Well it pained, the first time the smell of your breath, creating a taste that still lingers in my mouth, longing for the hollowed feeling you left with me, when you left from me. My memory serves me too well. We're not as big as we feel, obviously better off without you. I try to sound profound, I've found, I'm definitely no pro masochistic reminiscing of what I've been missing it's so hard to finally let go, we're not as big as we feel. Heartache, take me away. You'd sit patiently while I'd experiment with what my voice can actually do. I'd add some lyrics about you, I love you! Are you listening? Ah, hell, you never listen to me. We're not as big as we feel.


With minor revisions. By Reuben's Accomplice.