bobby's girl
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I know someone who's still a stanger
Because I do not know her name
She passes by my house
And her routine stays the same
I say, "hello,' she nods and speaks
And was soon I realized
I knew her as my own reflection;
Her smile never reaches her eyes.
I leave her walk in privacy
To live in some long ago
This stranger that I haven't met
But yet still seem to know
I breathe a prayer for her though
In understanding sighs
When sorrow buries you so deep
That a smile can't reach your eyes.
Dear Nancy, I am actualy doing better today - though the one-year anniversary is one week from today. I think when that passes, I'll be on my way, but I'll never stop missing him, never stop loving him, never love him any less. (And I miss the uh,... adult times, too. Geeze. Dang!) Bobby's laughing at me, that rascal!
Hi Paul - how's the housing situation? You're still in my prayers...
Fredo, you do. You have no idea...
Because I do not know her name
She passes by my house
And her routine stays the same
I say, "hello,' she nods and speaks
And was soon I realized
I knew her as my own reflection;
Her smile never reaches her eyes.
I leave her walk in privacy
To live in some long ago
This stranger that I haven't met
But yet still seem to know
I breathe a prayer for her though
In understanding sighs
When sorrow buries you so deep
That a smile can't reach your eyes.
Dear Nancy, I am actualy doing better today - though the one-year anniversary is one week from today. I think when that passes, I'll be on my way, but I'll never stop missing him, never stop loving him, never love him any less. (And I miss the uh,... adult times, too. Geeze. Dang!) Bobby's laughing at me, that rascal!
Hi Paul - how's the housing situation? You're still in my prayers...
Fredo, you do. You have no idea...