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Post by Bex *Crop Circles In The Sun* on Jun 11, 2005 21:53:23 GMT
In that old dusty chair, I see an empty stare. You're not looking at me, I'm not here you see. I died along time ago, Details he wants to know? I died in your arms once, Ever since, never did you stop this hunt. You want me back I know its true, At night you'll always say i love you. But I'm dead and I'm not gonna haunt, Being dead is not a fun jaunt. Watching the ones you love, slowly dissolve into nothing more than mud. It's hard, baby I know, its hard, Taking sympathy from a grievance card. Its unkind baby, its unkind, when you really dont have a mind. Sitting here on this swollen wall, Somewhere where the dead go, when they fall. Baby one day I'll come back to thee, Just stop thinking of me. Remember I'm that whisper, on the ocean, the edge of the banter. I'm the leaf that falls silently, just remember my baby, that is me. I'll play with your hair when you sleep, though inside, life for you is a heap. Baby watching your arms encircle your own body, When you're feeling unhappy and shoddy. Just remember wherever you are my baby, I'll be there, watching you remember me. Please remember I'm hear to catch your shed tears, I'll help to clear away those crippling fears. My dear, my world, my life, my baby, Please just remember me.
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Post by Lisa-Marie on Jun 12, 2005 14:18:46 GMT
awwww thats so sad...... xx
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Post by Bex *Crop Circles In The Sun* on Jun 12, 2005 16:21:32 GMT
xx thanks
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