Wednesday, November 02, 2005
i wait for the postman to bring me a letter
i wait for the good Lord to make me feel better
and i carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
a family in crisis that only grows older
why'd you have to go
why'd you have to go
why'd you have to go
i am broken but i am hoping
i am crying, a part of me is dying and
these are, these are
the confessions of a broken heart
i wear all your old clothes, your polo sweater
i dream of another you, the one that would never
leave me alone to pick up the pieces
to hold me, that's what i needed
so why'd you have to go
why'd you have to go
why'd you have to go
i don't know you, but i still want to
tell me the truth, did you ever love me?
cause these are, these are
the confessions of a broken heart
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