On the same spirit as the last post
Talking to him now is like talking at the grave of who he was. I visit it every day and mourn the man I loved. Melodramatic enough for you?
Sometimes I feel I've got to Run away I've got to Get away From the pain that you drive into the heart of me The love we share Seems to go nowhere…
I thought I saw a man brought to life He was warm, he came around like he was dignified He showed me what it was to cry Well you couldn't be that man…