Tuesday, 21 December 2010


Don't know what I said
That made it go so wrong
Thought we sang the words
To our favourite song

Don't know what I did
So that anger filled you up
Though all I ever wanted
Was to be your winners cup

Now it's late, feel your hate
Or something close it seems
And so the night won't be alright
Torn at the very seams

For once I am quite stuck
No words spring to mind
That could ever make this better
Wonder what I'll find

When morning's here, will there be tears
No joy, only sorrow
Will you be here, i doubt I fear
There will be no 'morrow

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