Kristin WolgemuthAfter Everything
June 27th 2009 09:40
After everything I've been through
Don't I deserve you
More than a consolation prize, at least
The beautiful one that hangs around my neck
My fingers are so cold on my skin
As I trace it
These sheets in my hand are
The only set I own now
That doesn't have your feel on them
But they make me think of you
They are lacking you, as I am
I keep your voice on my answering machine
In my mind
Your name on my heart
Who will fill this hole now
You, when you are here again
No one can give up their everything
Don't forget: you would never break my heart
Don't I deserve you
More than a consolation prize, at least
The beautiful one that hangs around my neck
My fingers are so cold on my skin
As I trace it
These sheets in my hand are
The only set I own now
That doesn't have your feel on them
But they make me think of you
They are lacking you, as I am
I keep your voice on my answering machine
In my mind
Your name on my heart
Who will fill this hole now
You, when you are here again
No one can give up their everything
Don't forget: you would never break my heart
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