The Problem Is, by jeanimoo Subscribe to rss feed for jeanimoo

I do not like sad songs or rain
I do not like seeing anyone
that reminds me of you, I wish
I knew how to make you go away
you are the one who cause me
much pain.
I don't know how you did it but
you left a mark on me nothing
will take it out or remove it
no matter how hard I try, you
and your memory haunts me more
than I care to say.
I paid dearly more than you
will ever know as I spread my
wings and flew far away from
you never once planning on ever
coming around but I have return
though life goes on.
I do not like sad songs or rain
I do not like seeing anyone
that reminds me of you.
I don't know how you did it
but you are the one that got
completely in and that is the
problem you see.
 
Posted: 2005-10-02 03:36:11 UTC

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