The next morning.
The next morning
is always hard.
When you’re sittin’ there,
with your broken heart.
He didn’t know,
your love was enough,
to get you both
tough.
Now you’re sittin’ there,
nothing cares.
Except from the man,
who’s that rare.
The next morning
is always hard.
When you’re sittin’ there
with your broken heart.
Now you’re feelin’ alone
without a home,
no place to go
and to come.
Please notice me,
sittin’ over here,
with no one in front of me,
as alone as you are.
Maybe you’d like to talk
maybe you don’t.
Just know I don’t get mad,
if you won’t.
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