"And I know,

of the pain, that you feel the same as me.
And I dream, of the rain, as it falls upon the leaves."

How does it feel not to be the only one, but just a 'replacement' or something that you can use when you think you should and then throw it away when you get bored? This is exactly the way I feel now. Some kind of garbage, a useless thing. Why do I still feel so lonely though? I can't deal with this emptyness.

I thought this time would be different, but that's not quite what it seems. In spite of what I said, each day my feelings for you grow stronger and I can't help it, also.