A broken poet

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Apres le meilleur dimanche

Aint no sunshine when my babys gone
In my mind she's mine but I know I'm wrong
Hard to fall, pick myself up strong
When I havent seen you in so long

Aint no sunshine, only perpetual rain
No sweeter sound than when I hear your name
Same one that is tattood on the inside of my brain
Same one that drives my mind insane

Feels so strange, hearing about you and another man
Will never win you back but I know I can
Tear my nails, broke my fingers, climbing up again
I'll let you in, just say how and when

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