Oh, no…
…here comes that sun again: that means another day without you, my friend.
And it hurts me to look into the mirror at myself…
And it hurts even more to have to be with somebody else…
And it’s so hard to do, and so easy to say
But sometimes…
Sometimes you just have to walk away.
They say that time will make all this go away. But it’s Time that has taken my tomorrows and turned them into yesterday.
And once again that rising sun is a droppin’ on down.
And once again, you, my friend, are no where to be found.
by ben.
05/02/09 |
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