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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Aug 13 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.13.16.04.23568]] |
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Broken girl with bitter taste Shattered man without tears to waste Clung to each other forever it seems Holding on to broken dreams Arrivals bright without a care Departures to I know not where A desperation fills your soul I never knew what was my role So now you're gone for good you say The questions haunt me every day Am I enough for someone new Or will I die loving only you The pieces flew for miles around That last day you made not a sound Just crept outside into your car Determined to travel very far I found the pieces one by one Endeavored to survive with fun And then on quiet Sunday eve The telephone knocked me to my knees Forgotten was the one who tried Who held me close when tears I cried My only hope from then to now Was that you'd come back home somehow But you're too broke for me to fix And lest we have these pieces mix Into some people we don't know I'm glad you chose that day to go Gathering pieces here and there My life is good, and I don't care If you return I'll smile and say Sorry golfer, go away |