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Jul 26, 2009 01:46

its going round in my head, im trying not to cry,
trying to put back the pieces whilst wondering why,
aching, breaking, painful inside,
wanna go back to the start (I'm still wondering why)

you showed me a world i didnt know exsisted;
were back, your face a blur, u seeming so distant,
a bond - unbreakable, from 11 countries (unlisted)
now youre cold... stone cold: seeming so distant.

broken clutch on a bridge take me back to that time
a mugging, an invisible french police station to find
finding food by a hotel- i cried in the rain
i may have cried but I'd do anything to be there again.

It may have been hard at times we may have wanted to fight
(when we plugged in our phone charger and there was no light)
milan underground- my child, nantes hotel- my wife,
was it a lie when you said it was the best month of your life?

I needed cash, but I wouldnt have taken a pound,
if I knew it would mean in England you wouldnt be around.
A friendship like this needs ten tonne to break
so how come a featherweight note was all it could take?

we were told at some point - by the rule of bad things - ,
something else would happen to change everything,
well it took us ages to figure; but now i finally see
losing you now- its got to be number three.
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