It's 9am,and its already 30 degrees
I step outside,on the toasty ground
I feel that warm summer breeze
Then I pause,and listen for that special sound
That of your angelic voice
Then, I remember,I don't hear it anymore
Cos' you made a choice
And your heart closed the door
But I wish you were still here
Reading the paper and sippin' tea with me
But sadly, I realize you'll never be near
And now your faded photo is all I see
I wish you'd followed your heart and not your head
There is no way money can love you better
I love you sweet,I guess thats why I wrote this stupid love letter.
