As The Days Pass Me, As I Grow Old
I Have Yet To Tell This Story, This Story I Haven't Told
She Left... Now I Feel Like I Was Used p A Sold
Now I'm Just Longing For Someone To Hold
It's My 18th Birthday, Comes As A Shock To Me
That After Two Years She's Gone How Could This Be?
How Do i Get That Time Back, It's So Hard To See
Did I Mess Up That Bad For Her Not To Be With Me?
Now I'm Forced To Move On, I Can't Call This Place Home
Because When Ever I'm Here I Feel Sad And Alone
I'm Done Crying, You Never Listened To The Words I Said
Forgotten All Of Our Conversations In The Bed
I Feel So Wierd, Something I Never Felt Before
Because Now Who Am I Supposed To Live For?
Love Me For Who I Am, Not What I've Done
You Were The One I Wanted To Have My Son
I Must Be Stupid To Believe This Love Was True
But I Still Apologize For All The Lies I've Told You
So Now As My Voice Fades As I'm Done Telling This Story I Just Told
Now I Just Walk And Wonder... As The Days Grow Old---
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