I want out,
surely that's possible,
there's nothing left for me here,
it's not your fault,
don't be worried, dear,
we'll meet again someday,
and I'll be happier, my dear,
oh, I'll have so much to say.
It's not that I haven't enjoyed my time here,
no it's not that at all,
in fact I just might shed a tear,
knowing I'm leaving it all,
but I'll be watching you,
from somewhere else up high,
I'll know everything you do,
and I'll be here when you die.
You can love someone else,
that's all right I assure you,
I just want you to see you happy,
and I might be sad myself,
but there's nothing you can do.
Yes, we'll be together again,
my hand will touch yours,
I'm not sure when,
but I'll hear the knock on the door,
when that day will come,
a smile will appear on my face,
because I will then know,
you're at my place.
by
GiveMeUposted on 05/05/2009