My dreams, my tears, my hopes, my fears. Yearning love I immerse. My world in a verse
Monday, November 14, 2016
Souvenir Tears
© 2016 Mark Cote
(chorus) What is that she's wearing
it's a chain of souvenir tears
What is that she's wearing
it's a chain of souvenir tears
so how did she collect them
she got them through the years
she started out so pretty
oh, and trusting everyone
but a doormat will get dirty
and the footprints are no fun
so she gathered up her tears
she gathered up every one
(chorus)
holding onto sorrow
can turn a heart to stone
not a road to follow
you'll always walk alone
she just wanted someone to hold her
and call her on the phone
walking in the shadows
You'll always feel outdone
under her umbrella
she's looking for the sun
when the chain gets heavy
I hope she finally finds the one
(chorus)
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That is beautiful but so sad. I hate being this way.
ReplyDeleteWow, thank you for replying directly on my blogger. :-) Yes, I seem to have a flair for the melancholy. the darkness will pass. Hang in there and weather the waves.
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