Mar 10, 2004 12:12
You talked of our time that we'd sit laugh, and cry
about not wanting to leave and our night long goodbyes
but still i sit in wonder, and i feel torn apart
licking the wounds of my broken, and still waiting heart
so i forget myself, and let go of our thoughts
of our someday's, will do's, our tomorrows, and will not's
I sit here remembering all the things that you've said
def songs for a blind man who would rather be dead