Well, hey, honey, don’t you cry,
It’s not your fault we’ve fallen apart.
It’s not the things we did, but the things we didn’t.
It’s not the things we said, but the things we didn’t.
It’s not the things we want, but the things we are,
That took us and stripped us and left us so far...
Sometimes, still, when the night is just right,
I can see you smiling in heaven’s light.
Haunting my memories with a tear-stained kiss,
Reminding me of the times we missed.
But I won’t cry, no I can’t cry.
There are no more tears for angels or fears.
There are no more tears for angels or fears,
No more tears for souls without years.
I’ve sold my soul for one more kiss.
And I’ve sold my heart for something I’ve missed.
Now it’s time to face tomorrow,
Graced by the touch of sorrow.
2007-08-23
17:17:00
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