wayne kers


Sad


People come and people go
sometimes you're glad and sometimes your sad
so much easier being glad than sad
but i think you all know that i am sad

She left me you see and it's killing me
now summer's here and i'm all alone
with no-one to hold
only one person i want to hold

So can you tell me why do the
birds go on singing
when it's the end of the world
it ended when i lost my love

Love is hard to find and
so worth fighting for
but to walk away for what
i ask myself

To be free or to be with
someone who loves you so much
the love would come back for sure
babe

Submitted: Sunday, May 26, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 06, 2013
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