ive been, wondering, if something has changed    something is not the same    take the dullness of your eyes,    the sparkly has receeded deep inside.    somethings gone, something has died.    its just a memory.       do you, still keep your kings in the back row?    sometimes, i just want to know.       ive been waiting, for your postcard,    but all i ever get are mine returned.    take the void mark on the stamp    cast away and void any chance    for me to ever see you again    your just a memory       do you, still keep your kings in the back row?    sometimes, i just want to know.    i cant, ever say enought im sorry's.    cut me down upon my knees.       void im sorry's, void im sorry's,    void im sorry's, im sorry still    (dont grow up... without me being there)