An Emotionally Lethargic Seeker of Sorts

i am listening to this song there will never be another you tears roll down my face slowly i remember the look on her face i recall the eerie quiet i will never forget wishing that she could have died peacefully and painlessly i am listening to to this song there will never be another you the rain begins to fall the wind begins to cry the sky cannot contain her dark emotions things will never be the same in this frigid world of monotony i am listening to this song there will never be another you a trip sounds so good right now reality and the situation within is speaking way louder instead, i decide to go and park someplace quiet and undisturbed this is the only place i feel like being a seeker of today