It's 3 o'clock in the morning, by LostSoul
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It's 3 o'clock in the morning,
And I'm still awake.
Longing for you to come home,
But I know it's a waste.
The holiday is coming up
And I find myself alone.
You've left me here again.
Wishing you would come home.
Our vows meant nothing
I wish it could've been something.
I've traveled many distances
To find you.
Only to find I have lost you.
The war has taken it's toll on me.
My wounds are deep and no one can heal me.
I wish it could've been different.
I wish I could've seen it.
But of all the struggles and pain.
Nothing is worse than heartache and pain.
I gave you my heart.
I gave you my soul.
And all I have now,
are my tears and my words. |
Posted: 2008-12-22 04:37:32 UTC |
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