Some of us don't realize
Until its too late
What we are missing
Or what was on our plate
We assume and assume
Til we can assume no more
Until that day
Our love walks out the door
Then we fret and worry
Forever saying sorry
And we are left being told
They're tired of that story
Alone again
We begin a new
Chasing forever what was
Believing its our due.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
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