I see someone who reminds me of her,
and my heart immediately swoons
I while away my time thinking about all that was,
and I never get that far away, though I try to see why I'm stuck
Memories, like empty rooms can be refilled
Behind every door the chance is there to win again
I got lucky before, I'll get lucky again, the faulty logic says
But I never was a gambling man
For some reason I can't forget my good fortune,
I guess its because it was true, one time
It hurts to lose the bet
to realize there is no second chance out there
The one thing that never changes
I missed her again today
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