Missing

No one ends up dead by the train tracks anymore

The missing ones always have a purpose

Some hidden plan carefully calculated

While I sit at the edge of the bench

And wait

Hoping

That Just maybe

They wont look there
That perhaps
It was a nightmare
And the corpse

Sitting there

Is a silhouette

obvio

Desde de el principio
Yo supe que era lo que tu querias
Pero mi corazon
No lo comprendia
Ver no lo queria
Y cuando te fuistes
Como sufrio
Mi pobre
Corazon
Morrirse queria
Y llorando se dormia
Callendo en una profunda
Depression