When I think about what we used to be, I cry and cry in spite of me. It just seems crazy that was just last year, Just last year I barely cried one tear.
Now I'm just hoping maybe tomorrow, Maybe tomorrow there'll be no more sorrow. Maybe tomorrow you'll give me a glance, Maybe tomorrow you'll give me one last chance.
Maybe tomorrow you'll give me a call, Maybe tomorrow I won't cry at all. Maybe tomorrow you'll hug me tight, Maybe tomorrow you'll kiss me good night.
Maybe tomorrow you'll take back my heart, Maybe you'll give me a brand new start. I'm living with dreams that won't come true, For you will never love me as I love you.
Dark Desire27 · Sat May 24, 2008 @ 06:11pm · 0 Comments |