Deja vu.

Why do I feel like Ive been here before,
Getting hurt by a woman, but still wanting more.

Day after day, I want to say "no",
but the thought of hurting her, makes me never let go.

I know it wont work, I see all the signs,
She is already married, with miles that divide.

I wish I could just meet, the girl of my dreams,
but that time died long ago, as did she.

Now I sit here alone, waiting for love,
But part of me knows, I gave my all.

And now im lost.


by bakb0ne
posted on 12/31/1969