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what do I have when it's empty - quiet and lonely - in me? I have you - holding me close in photographs; a memory. and where do I go when the silence here every day is the same? I have you - your voice on my answering machine; a memory. so what do I feel when I'm drowning; not wanting another day? I need you - here loving me in touch and sound; not just a memory. I need you loving me for all I am; not trying to forget - I need more than a memory. |
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terrible to find the truth of my own glory as it slips away so painful to find the saying true: you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone. unbearable to think of all that time I wasted in sorrow when all along I had you! then what had I to complain of? I had you. what tear brightened my eye, what bitterness escaped my lips? I had you. I had you, and I did not fear your loss. oh, child, you learn too late of the joy you held even in your pain. and a joy so close, so constant, it seems, that I took for granted that you belonged with me. even then, with you behind me I should have been stronger should have rejoiced for I had you - what more need I? and here at the dawn of the darkest of times unbearable, to see that I might have been happy - I had you. so terrible to think of chances wasted while I still had your heart forever. |