I've Packed Up My Things From Champaign--

I've packed up my things from Champaign,

'Til there was nothing of mine that remain.

I'm leaving tomorrow,

Back to Chicago,

Where my loneliness again I attain.

Without You Around--

Without you around, it's just not the same,

Because love is a two player game.

Now I'll sit here is sadness;

Plotting my madness

'Til finally I go insane.

My Heart isn't Broken--

My heart isn't broken but it's rotting away;

Because time doesn't destroy, only creates the decay.

So I'll just lie here in pain,

With nothing to gain

In hope that these thoughts go away.