Real Life, Real Love, .. It's the real stuff. |
I've heard many things
through the day...
Rainy Days
Condensation covered windows...
Rainy Days
Condensation covered windows...
And even this pain that lashes
out and stings me like whiplash...
Guilt and Shame,
stomach full of poison butterflies...
Before you think of leaving,
When you're frail, when you're weak...
Cold days in the pouring rain
Hiding my tears inside...
Sweety, you had the best of me. |
It's in that Hour that I'm in my own world sitting there listening and talking to you, and staring into those beautiful eyes. |
It's like one day were best buddies, and the next, were complete strangers. |