|
The clock is ticking..
Four, three, two, one
And then it's over
The relationship is done
How could this have happened
Maybe it was fate
But how oh how could I have lost
My angel from the gate.
Did I come too early
Or did I come to late.
This is a question
That I will forever debate.
Well maybe it's not my fault
Maybe I was right on time
But if I was..
Then why isn't he mine
How do i feel?
Well I don't feel all that well
Yeah, you see me writing
That's probably how you could tell.
It's just that everyday
I always had this goal
To live my life fully
And help revive my soul
How my dreams are done,
All of them are shattered,
All there's now are little pieces,
Not together, they're all scattered.
Putting them together,
Can be quite a task
Help me find the pieces,
That's all I ever ask.
And when I find them,
I'll put them together
Hold them really tight,
So it'll be forever
That's what I want..
But only if I could,
And if I went and told him,
Then it all would be good.
I'm not feeling all that well
You're someone I couldn't live without
And now I'm not with you,
And there'll always be that doubt.
It was a real sweet angel
Straight from above
It's now flown away
All I ask is how come?
Are angels for real?
Can they be touched and seen?
Or is it all an illusion,
Just a big ol' dream.
I'm starting to believe
That it can never be true
That an angel can be human
Just like me and you.
But the site of a sweet angel
Is oh so nice and rare
It's beauty is so awesome
That nothing could even compare.
I just can't explain it..
Its just too hard to convey
But it's a site we all see
Probably every single day.
They'll always be around us.
For all eternity
And they can only be explained
By using good old poetry.
The clock is ticking..
I don't want it to end
But how do you stop time..
And make your heart mend..
|
|
