Shattered Dreams
| In the depth of my pain I'm all out of words, and I'm tired of wishing. I'll no longer count the shooting stars above, or count the petals on a flower with those famous words 'she loves me, she loves me not.' |
| I try to keep my pain to myself, trying to hang on to my dignity. Praying no one else will ever know how I allowed you to break my heart. I live life each day the best I can, trying to enjoy my old friends. But each day ends and I must go to that empty bed. |
| You have left me with a life without love and that is not what I'd choose, but I had no choice with the slamming of the door. I didn't want to lose, but lose I did. No one will know the damage you have done, how hard I've tried to be a man, or all those lonely nights I've tossed upon my pillow and cried myself to sleep. |
| You are finished with our love, or so it now seems. You say there's nothing left now, but that's a lie you can tell yourself, for strewn behind you as you left is all my shattered dreams. |
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© 2001 Dave ~ Cowboy Night Writer
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