Amazing.
It ends by sunset
The mood is gone.
It's not her fault,
It's yours.
She smiles, when she sleeps.
When she sleeps, you're not there.
Her dreams are hers alone.
She knows, you can't find her there.
She knows her dreams are safe
Seriously though, why can't I wake up in a good mood and not get stabbed in the back by it by the end of the day. I don't think that's very fair. Many thanks to 'Goodbye Mr A' and 'Play On' (Paloma Faith). @_@ Those songs sure helped me recover my somewhat usual mood. Getting there, I guess.
Just another thing I need to sleep off. Or sing out. Or write.. Actually, I'm liking the sleep option more.
"Music is food for the soul"
Possibly.
Labels: alone, amazing, dreams, ends, fault, gone, Goodbye Mr A, her, knows, mood, Paloma Faith, Play On, safe, Sleep, sleeps, smiles, sunset, The Hoosiers
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