He used to give me roses
I wish he could again;
But that was on the outside,
And things were different then.

We'd built our world together,
With a love so clear and strong;
But that was on the outside.
Where did i go wrong?

On the inside the sun still shines,
And the rain falls down;
But the sun and rain are prisoners too,
When morning comes around.
( hartley hare Just some prick who thinks it doesn't apply to him, Fri 6 Sep 2013, 9:59, Reply)