You Don't Bring Me Flowers Anymore...

There's something about rain in the middle of the night

that feel's like the sky is crying.


Or maybe it's just a tragic result of the fact that I can still smell someone else's hug on my shirt.

I'd be stupid to say I still have hope, but like I already said before, some diseases have no cures...
*sigh*



And baby I remember all the things you taught me
I learned how to laugh and I learned how to cry
Well, I learned how to love and I learned how to lie
So you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye

So you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye
You don't bring me flowers any more...



Olympia Bridge; 2007