May Namoc

(January 24,1994 / Cagayan de Oro, Philippines)

Not The One


**my first song**

[chorus: ]
a day or two ago
i thought i found the one
you'd said you'd come
you'd said you'd come
and yet it isn't done
you gave me hope
i cannot cope
turns out your not the one

you held my hand last night
kapt me close and oh so tight
thought you were right
this night's the night
and yet they all were lies

i took my time with you
thought patience was a clue
knew love like this were few
still i stuck around for you

[chorus]

this is the end for us
to let you go's a must
it's over due
this time with you
i say goodbye to us

i say to you farewell
on you i cannot dwell
now i can see
now i am free
this storytale came to an end

[chorus]

Submitted: Thursday, March 12, 2009

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