With blood shot eyes
And dried up tears
I swallow my pride
I shout for you to come
Quiet my darkest fears
But all I see is the last light of hope
flick off and on
And reminding me again,
You really are gone.
You said it was too late.
But how can that be?
How can that be our fate
If you still love me?
Yeah...go me..feeling a little on the bluesy side this morning.