My heart only hearts when I breath
Waking up Sunday morning
Sometimes I wish I was dreaming
Knowing what has to be done
I begin reminding myself of the fun
Waiting a very long time
Wondering why she did the crime
But knowing its worth the while
To see her laugh and to see her smile
Wishing there were no glass
Wishing time would hurry and pass
Seeing how strong she can be
Knowing how hard this really is for me
We sit and talk reminiscing
About what each other is missing
Trying to make the best of this
But it is what it is
Time is up, time to go
This is the toughest time for me though
To get up and walk away
To wait on the next Sunday.
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