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Does he drift and dream of our past
Whenever he is alone,
Or everytime he sees a familiar gesture
Or hears a poignant country song.
I chastize myself for the thoughts
He's happy..Never thinking about me,
The worst is over..It's a little sad
That he never saw what I see.
But oddly my dreams don't go away
He still invades my life now and then,
Even knowing he won't be back
I still dream of "What" might have been.
If...Lord I hate that word
If only his heart were mine,
I tell myself...Think
Instead of feel you silly fool
If only I could turn back time!
Ha...That's what I'm talking about
I think...That's my world,
My heart will never be free of him
But he'll never be my guy.
For He is just a Desperado
~Jan~
Desperado
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