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 © | Year Posted 2006

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