putting pictures up
taking pictures down
please give me a call
the next time you're in town
taking longer walks
having deeper talks than I used to
well where were you?
I'm glad you left me in the dust
because otherwise I would have way too much
of a little thing called trust
I'm glad you left me far behind
because otherwise I'd look inside and find
that I loved you
a little more than I was meant to
tearing lyrics up
writing lyrics down
I'll be so far gone
the next time you're in town
finding my true self
finding someone else I can talk to
well where were you?
I'm glad you left me in the dust
because otherwise I would have way too much
of a little thing called trust
I'm glad you left me far behind
because otherwise I'd look inside and find
that I loved you
a little more than I was meant to
in the times when I couldn't speak
the tears that rolled right down my cheeks
they tore me up and made me weak
and they were all for you
I'm glad you left me in the dust
because otherwise I would have way too much
of a little thing called trust
I'm glad you left me far behind
because otherwise I'd look inside and find
that I loved you
a little more than I was meant to
and I still do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem