Its cold here in the city
It always seems that way
And Ive been thinking about you almost everyday
Thinking about the good times
Thinking about the rain
Thinking about how bad it feels alone again
Im sorry for the way things are in china
Im sorry things aint what they used to be
But more than anything else
Im sorry for myself
cause youre not here with me
Our friends ask all about you
I say youre doing fine
And I expect to hear from you almost anytime
But they all know Im crying
I cant sleep at night
They all know Im dying down deep inside
Im sorry for all the lies I told you
Im sorry for the things I didnt say
But more than anything else
Im sorry for myself
I cant believe you went away
Im sorry if I took some things for granted
Im sorry for the chains I put on you
But more than anything else
Im sorry for myself
For living without you
Jul 5, 2008
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9 comments:
there are guys out there who have already done the hard work...this one is thanks to Mr Henry John Deutschendorf Jr.
Straight from the heart. thank u John.
akon has also a similar stuff. everybody seems to be sorry about something or the other.
but nice that you posted something.
BTW, you are more talented. you can write better poetry.
my god! ghetu will u marry me?
1. If it is written for a woman- very agonising piece of work, it was very difficult reading it without puking.
2. If it is written for daru - great work had tears in my eyes.
its written for love - what does it matter if that love is for a woman, a dog, golf or french fries?
bechara denver
keno?
Now I know who is visiting your blog.
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