Without You
I was sitting there, thinking of you.
Just the same as I always do.
The days pass by, minute by minute.
But my life is a wreck, without you in it.
Something inside tells me I can't survive.
Yet, somehow, I am still alive.
Copyright © James Moreland | Year Posted 2005
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