I Wake Up
very early now
in this cold bed I've made,
my new partner - the remote
has such a fitting name,
the old coffee's cold
and I've made too much food,
All the songs have closer meaning
and cause my brooding mood,
But I'm changing my routine
and meeting new people slow
(a brand new start
to this lifelong show)
I wake up
each morning
to biting burning tears
cause everything reminds me
of things that once were near...
for now she is escaping
from my cracked and broken
heart,
but I'll never quit looking
for the missing part...
Copyright © Mark Riedel | Year Posted 2006
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