Funny what one finds when going through drawers and boxes...hate that I was such a sap. Hate that I still am.
Every day that passes, I feel you pulling away
and knowing I have no right to ask you to stay
if even for just a minute more.
Anxiously searching for any chance I could be wrong
hearing our story in every song
I wish I could forget.
There's nothing you can do
It's just you being you
there's no fault in that
Just wish I knew how to pull you back
and make you see that you do need me
Every night that passes, I wonder how you are
Trying to accept the growing distance in your heart
feeling silly for being this way.
Knowing that the time we shared was never meant to be
yet still wishing that you wanted to be with me.
Waiting for it all to pass.
unfinished business/1995
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