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Friday, May 6
Never thought I'd be thinking about you... Listening to this song...
I walked down to the park last night.
Warm breeze stirring up a soft moon light,
and my mind started drifting to way back when.
Yes, I do, think about you...
every now and then.
The other day I saw a car like you used to drive,
I got a funny feeling down deep inside.
And for the briefest moment I felt a smile began...
Yes, I do, think about you...
every now and then.
And I love my life, and I'd never trade
between what you and me had and the life I've made
But he's here and he's real, but you were too..
and every once and awhile...
I think about you.
I heard a song on the radio just yesterday,
the same one you always asked me to play.
And when the song was over, I wished they played it again.
Yes, I do, think about you...
every now and then.
I've been laying here all night, listening to the rain,
talking to my heart and trying to explain.
Why sometimes I catch myself wondering what might have been...
Yes, I do, think about you...
every now and then.
Listening to the iPod @ 3 something a.m....
Haven't had this much trouble turning off the
sounds in my head in a long time...
Bright eyed at 2 a.m... laying in bed...
listening to a low snoring... this just won't do!
So here I am, writing out songs I'm listening to...
Laughing, crying...
This iPod is an addiction.
Someone stop me from buying more songs!
And smoking more cigarettes for that matter.
The clock is ticking... morning is coming...
I should just say f*ck it and make the coffee.
Monday, May 2
Saying Good-bye to the Past and Hello to the Future...
We agreed that it was over, now the lines have all be drawn.
The vows we made, began to fade but now they're gone.
Put your pictures in a shoe box and my gold ring in a drawer.
I'm not supposed to love you anymore...
Now Sherri says she's jealous of this freedom that I've found,
if she were me, she would be... out on the town...
And she says she can't imagine what on earth I'm waiting for,
I'm not supposed to love you anymore...
I shouldn't care, or wonder where and how you are.
But I can't hide this hurt inside my broken heart.
I'm fighting back emotions that I've never fought before because,
I'm not supposed to love you anymore...
Now I'm writing you this letter, and it's killing me tonight.
That I agreed when you believed it wasn't right.
And I couldn't sleep up on the bed, so I'm down here on the floor.
Where I'm not supposed to love you anymore...
I'm fighting back emotions that I've never fought before...
cause I'm not supposed to love you... anymore...
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