Living Every Day, by MorbidMaiden Subscribe to rss feed for MorbidMaiden

These last few weeks I’ve felt so empty,
A vase that needs filling with flowers.
And you’re my crimson roses, honey,
The one who makes me feel like…

Living every day,
I know I’m crazy but hell I don’t care,
Because I know that if you’re not there,
I won’t be living every day.

With you in my mind I can touch this magic,
That I can only see when you’re not.
And believe me I know this may sound tragic,
But without the thought of you I wouldn’t be…

Living every day,
I know I’m crazy but hell I don’t care,
Because I know that if you’re not there,
I won’t be living every day.

I know we’ve spoken so few times,
And that I hope will change.
But for now the thought of you in my mind,
Lights a spark that helps me with…

Living every day,
I know I’m crazy but hell I don’t care,
Because I know that if you’re not there,
I won’t be living every day.

My rock, my dream, the hope I can gleam,
Is you, didn’t you know…
Posted: 2007-11-18 20:57:07 UTC

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