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by buffduff Oct 22, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
Yet another busy day, Just want to come home, Put my feet up, And snuggle with you. Traveling home on the road, Radio playing in my ear, Not really listening, Because I'm dreaming of you. Key in the door, See your shoes on the floor, Head up the stairs, There you are. But you're not alone, Some cheap blond, Sharing our special place, Corrupting it forever. In my chest I feel it, My heart just breaks in two, The tears build up, I don't know what to do. I try to shout, Yell at you to stop, No words come out, Only distressed sobs. Must have been loud though, Because now you're turning to me, Trying to cover your filthy secret, But it's too late. All I know is I can't stay here, Running out of our broken home, You trailing behind, As I drive away for the last time.