Gone
I don't know where you are,
Probably at the bar,
My love for you is lost,
You being here for me shouldn't have to cost,
Something special.
I need you to dry my eyes,
I want you to stop the lies,
I've imagined being with you,
But you never know what to do,
About yourself.
I have dreams about us,
Like when we were on the bus,
Your gone,
But I'll remember the song,
We used to sing,
I want to be under your wing,
And fly away.
Copyright © Emma Schmittling | Year Posted 2005
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