Well I wonder could it be
When I was dreaming ’bout you
You were dreaming of me
Call me crazy, call me blind
To still be suffering is stupid after all of this time
Did I lose my love to someone better?
And does she love you like I do
I do, you know I really really do
Well hey,
So much I need to say
Been lonely since the day
The day you went away
So sad but true
For me there’s only you
Been crying since the day
The day you went away
I remember date and time
September twenty second
Sunday twenty five after nine
In the doorway with your case
No longer shouting at each other
There were tears on our faces
And we were letting go of something special
Something we’ll never have again
I know, I guess I really really know
Why do we never know what we’ve got ’til it’s gone
How could I carry on
The day you went away
Cause I’ve been missing you so much I have to say
Been crying since the day
The day you went away
When I was dreaming ’bout you
You were dreaming of me
Call me crazy, call me blind
To still be suffering is stupid after all of this time
Did I lose my love to someone better?
And does she love you like I do
I do, you know I really really do
Well hey,
So much I need to say
Been lonely since the day
The day you went away
So sad but true
For me there’s only you
Been crying since the day
The day you went away
I remember date and time
September twenty second
Sunday twenty five after nine
In the doorway with your case
No longer shouting at each other
There were tears on our faces
And we were letting go of something special
Something we’ll never have again
I know, I guess I really really know
Why do we never know what we’ve got ’til it’s gone
How could I carry on
The day you went away
Cause I’ve been missing you so much I have to say
Been crying since the day
The day you went away
Cause I’ve been missing you so much I have to say
never take someone for granted, hold every person close to your heart cause you might wake up one day and realize that you've lost a diamond while you were too busy collecting stones..
ReplyDeletepinkz...iknow that.
ReplyDeleteim not like that...i am not the type of person who is fond of collecting unnecessary stuffs..
I'd rather have one true person than many fake persons..:)
just to put some sense on the basket, Life's like a movie, you must write your own ending. Keep believing, keep pretending.
ReplyDeleteJim Henson
keep pretending?? you think it makes sense?
ReplyDelete