Jayson Howard


Miserable Is, As Miserable Does?


Where to begin?
I'd say I'm trapped again.
I just can't win.
I just can't, get a grip.
The nights get lonely.
I miss her voice, her touch,
her warmth, so much.

And I, don't want to lose,
another one.
And I, never got to say 'Sorry, '
for what I've done.
And miserable is, as miserable does?
Why is it so hard to fall out of love?

It was so easy to fall in,
love, and its end,
should be around the bend,
but I just can't get a grip.
The nights are oh so lonely.
I miss her scent, her hand in mine,
her head on my heart, in early morning sunshine.

And I, don't want to lose,
another one.
And I, never got to say 'Sorry, '
for what I've done.
And miserable is, as miserable does?
Why is it so hard to fall out of love?

She kills me with her looks,
her stare, its unfair,
that I'm trapped in such a nightmare.
And the memories sparked by her smile,
just tear at me, and I wonder…
'How is she? Does she think of me? '

So I, don't want to lose,
another one.
And I, never got to say 'Sorry, '
for what I've done.

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2008

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