Scarecrow_Man

I miss my past, altough I knew it would´nt last.
I miss your words, and the deepest faith attached.
I miss things that were mine, kinda twisted and sad.
I miss my beautiful hair, and the freedom we had...

I miss the summers, I cried, when the winter arrived.
I miss your lips, comfort of your kiss and your painful bite.
I miss the beacon that was mine, because now I can´t see the light
I miss the boy that was me, there´s no one to set him free...

Now there´s nothing left for me here?