i don't know what it is with me lately but i have been in the mood to write songs... well here is another it is probably bad but whatever its ok... How can somthing so little remind you somthing so big? What if you never really get over somthing you just cover it up? Where would you go if everyone had abandoned you? Smelling the spray this morning feeling so little and unwelcome, Touching the frames of friends pictures you have but arent there now, Why cant you control nature? Have you ever turned back time and wish you could stay there? Live that year over and over, never to stop, never to end. Smells are the key to the universe, undying and forever telling memorys, to the sweetest of tells, to the momorys that you wish werent there, to the smell that you associate with depression. Bringing back waves of memorys that set you back from somthing that you were trying to work over, but you never really got over it. the end