Lifes Curves
I alone at a old oak table
With empty chairs all around
I stare at the stained white walls
With fist holes every few feet
Realizing its wasnt you it was me
The fragrance of perfume lingers
It sinks in , your history
Knowing i pushed you
Into another arms
Remembering our distance
And how we fell apart
I have some rails
Now ill drive this train
Forever and a mile
To chase these pains away
Doing for me, I was never around
You begged for my attention and
comfort
when u were down
Over time you gave up
And found another man
Now i suffer with with the thoughts
With nothing but pain
Knowing im the only one to blame
I have found the tracks
I want to drive this train
I need you here with me
To help find the way
Leaving the past
Moving for the future
Always looking forward
So darlin if you hear me
Please come back home
Oh darlin if your out there
Oh please please come back home
Copyright © C.J. Dont Have One | Year Posted 2012
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