Each hour i go on
pretending to be okay...

Like chopping the firewood
you cut through my soul...

I'm sitting in the car
no-one's here but me...

Thoughts of confusion
fill in my mind...

*this isn't finished - but i don't know if I'm...
it was a sunny spring morning...

Even when youre here
itdoesnt feel right at all...

They say that love is forever
full of woos and wows...

They say that love is forever
full of woos and wows...

There's a whole lot of questions
that we ought to ask...

Staring out the window
I'm home all alone...

Its finished now:) it took so long. but i didnt...
it was a sunny spring morning...

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