Thursday, 2 July 2009

i could say

i could say that i'll always be here for you
but that would be a lie and quite a pointless thing to do

and i could say that i'll always have feelings for you
but i've got a life ahead of me and i'm only 22.

since you've gone i lost that chip on my shoulder
since you've gone i feel like i've gotten older.

now you're gone it's as if the whole wide world is my stage
now you're gone it's like i've been let out of my cage.


my life really is a stage, like the britains got talent stage.
at the moment i have one red cross.
two more strikes and i'm out.

i'm not even in a cage, i'm as free as a bird.
i wish i could fly like one,
but i'd probably fly too close to the sun.

and you're not even gone.
you know why?
because you're not here yet, and i doesn't look like you're coming for a while.
but maybe you'll surprise me, maybe you'll pop up now; when i least expect it.

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