Spending my time.

I am not quite a wise guy;
The best part of mine may be consciousness and memory.

I can remember my old dearest one words of wisdom and it engrave in my memory;
Quite strange that memory that hurt you most cannot erase as easy as you wish.

She said for long that;
It has no reason for start to love but only love;
Why we are departed, many reasons that need for support?
Can it be only we have no love at all?
Time has passing by;
I know that I do many stupid things;
Only now this time I asked myself;

What really my target to live with someone?
To only live together?
To have happiness together?

My dearest mind please be known.
I wish to live happiness together;
How it call happiness if using bond to live in?

At last I think I hope only your happiness,
That even meant may be I’m not part of that.

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What’s the time?
Seems it’s already morning.
I see the sky, it’s so beautiful and blue.
The TVs on but the only thing showing
Is a picture of you.

Oh I get up and make myself some coffee.
I try to read a bit but the stories too thin.
I thank the lord above
You’re not here to see me in this shape I’m in.

Spending my time,
Watching the days go by.
Feeling so small,
I stare at the wall,
Hoping that you think of me too.
I’m spending my time.

I try to call but I don’t know what to tell you.
I leave a kiss on your answering machine.
Oh help me please,
Is there someone who can make me
Wake up from this dream?

Spending my time,
Watching the days go by.
Feeling so small,
I stare at the wall,
Hoping that you are missing me too.
I’m spending my time,
Watching the sun go down.
I fall asleep to the sound
Of tears of a clown,
A prayer gone blind.
I’m spending my time

My friends keep telling me:
Hey, life will go on,
Time will make sure I’ll get over you.
This silly game of love
You play, you win only to lose.

I’m spending my time,
Watching the days go by.
Feeling so small,
I stare at the wall,
Hoping that you think of me too.
I’m spending my time.

I’m spending my time,
Watching the sun go down.
I fall asleep to the sound
Of tears of a clown,
A prayer gone blind.
I’m spending my time.