So many times I think of you
and whisper out your name
Regrets have often punished me
while taunting who's to blame
So bruised and battered in my soul
this heartache never ends
I try to make it through each day
sometimes I just pretend
I'm clinging to a ray of hope
our paths will cross once more
Sometimes I even fantasize
you walking through my door
All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2012
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