i miss you most on winter mornings
as we drift, we slip through evenings
we drive into the cold and dark with fingers crossed
i follow your eyes to avoid from getting lost
and all i have is the memory of what was
so lets pretend it never mattered to us
i hope this message finds you well
never thought i would live to tell
whats a dream and what is real, the way i really feel
just to survive we do what we can
we read the maps and signs
and we make the plans
by our design
i write it down to get me by
the worst times in my life
so lets pretend this is the ending
to the message ive been sending
Posted: 26.06.2006
