Every passing minute

by underahalo   Mar 3, 2006


We've been torn apart by the arms of fate.
by the same arms that once joined us together
and now as we travel on our way
we'll see where fate takes us today.

What tore us apart were the words that had escaped
what was heard had a different meaning from what was said.
took it the wrong way and walked out the door
Now both our hearts and us are tore

now you drown it all away with your little friend in a glass
it's just you, the night, and the glass, and love songs playing
you can't hide so you try and run
for now it will work but the morning wont be fun

I know i should call but my hands are shaking; I'll wait until tomorrow
but tomorrow is too busy and the days go by
It's been forever but your all that i think of
You're still the one I'll always love

You waited everyday sitting by the phone hoping for a call
you gave up though thinking it wasn't coming
you had to move on
until those thoughts were gone

Sitting alone and i picked up the phone
and dialed the number I'd been meaning to call
i hear you speak
and i feel weak

i explain the story that should have been explained long ago
Finally we were on the same page, but your voice drops
You were meeting someone now
you had moved on, but how?

i didn't realize back then, but i wish i did now
that every passing minute is another chance to turn it around
but those minutes slid
and now i have to forget you like you did

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