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Sunday, January 3, 2010

Someway Written 1993

What is it about you?
that I can't drive from my mind
I think I have mourned
for a long enough time
your mother she knows
so why won't she tell
does she think I desreve this rotting in hell?
I always thought I was good enough for you
I guess I'm not
at least your mom must think it's true
I feel so empty without you
I know your out there so alone
time should re-unite us
or at least that's what I pray
morning, noon and night
at least four times a day
I can't look into those beautiful eyes
and hold you so close to my heart
your absence is just tearing me apart
I long to have you hear me say
I love you baby
God, isn't there some way?

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