Another day, Another bill spent.
Another postcard you haven't sent.

Another phone call from someone else.
Another something that doesn't help.

Another reminder while I sleep.
Another conversation way too deep.

Another day gone by.
Another reason to cry.

Another way to pass my time.
Another way to act sublime.

Another way to forget who you were.
Another way to come to forget her.

Dream on is what everyone really thinks,
So to forget , We all pass the drinks.

Another lover left like a faith.
Another excuse of needed space.

So we bide our time and fail at love
but I hope to meet you again, up above.

Since now you can't find the amount of time
and commit that perilous mortal crime
of picking up the ever ringing phone
and leaving me here cold and all alone..

01/12/2002

Posted on 01/12/2002
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