Thursday, November 4, 2010

Empty Rooms

Loneliness is your only friend.
It's hard to take when love grows old.
You'll never know the reason why she's gone.
You hear her voice, but you're still proud,
so you turn away.

You tell yourself that you'll be strong.
But your heart tells you,
this time you're wrong.

You hope that she will change her mind,
but the days drift on and on.
Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.

Gary Moore

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