Taking in the cold air of the to day to come,
Did you ever even thought of the possibility,
To you might see me?
This dark dreadful Monday bus ride,
Did it hurt you're pride,
Because I was there sitting neglected,
Without even pretenting to give a care?
Have you not thought this afternoon,
Of what to say when I see you soon,
Have you not ever wondered what it would be like...
When you had kept you're word?
Had you ever wondered,
Of might tomorrow be the day,
You will come to see,
That you have lost me?
|I stood there facing the fact that I had|
lost you... When I never even had you to
call my own, now will you ever know,
You lost me...
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