my kind of audioslave

                             My Turn                                             
 I like running in the wind because it doesn't remind me of anything.  I like reading the posts of my old boyfriend because it doesn't remind me of anything.  I like sitting crosslegged breathing still cause it doesn't remind me of anything.  The things that I love, the things that I lost its all gone, so now everything doesn't remind me of anything.              
  I like watching the clouds of rain because it doesn't remind me of anything. I like listening to the chorus of angels because it doesn't remind me of anything.  I like taking the pain out of memories because it doesn't remind me of anything.   The things that I love, the things that I lost its all gone, so now walking alone doesn't remind me of anything.         
  I like the smell of gasoline because it doesn't remind me of anything.  I like swinging under an tall oak tree because it doesn't remind me of anything.   I like running through the weeds at night because it doesn't remind me of anything.  The things that I love, the things that I lost its all gone now, so thunder and swirling leaves don't remind of anything.               
  I like churches with steeples because it doesn't remind me of anything.  I like sitting under the pine trees because it doesn't remind me of anything.  I like driving aimlessly to destinations unknown because it doesn't remind me of anything.  The things that I love, the things that I lost, its all gone now, so the dark doesn't allow me to forget. ~