Monday, September 19, 2011

Since I don't have you.

I don't have plans and schemes,
And I don't have hopes and dreams.
I don't have anything,

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.
.

Since I don't have you.


And I don't have fond desires,
and I don't have happy hours.
I don't have anything,
.
.
.

Since I don't have you.


Happiness, and I guess,
I never will again.
When you walked out on me,
In walked ol' misery,




I don't have love to share,
And I don't have one who cares.
I don't have anything,
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.

Since I don't have you.

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