May 26, 2005 01:02
Warren suggested that this wa sgood representation of some of my situations.
And she takes another step Slowly she opens the door Check that he is sleeping Pick up all the broken glass And furniture on the floor Been up half the night screaming Now it's time to get away Pack up the kids in the car Another bruise to try and hide Another alibi to write Another ditch in the road You keep moving Another stop sign You keep moving on And the years go by so fast Wonder how I ever made it through Here I go again, I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today But I'm standing at your doorway I'm calling out your name because I can't move on