Depression State Capital Lonilness / The Conversation Topic Of You And Me
By Robert Burford Jr.
Everytime I Think Of You
I Fight To Hold The Tears
I'm not heavyweight in these type of situations
I've just been trying to relax all these years
You were my sanctuary
Where my soul felt free
My Soul collapsed once it closed Oh God Knows
How much that emphasis it put on my fears
Listened to your voicemail
So as if you'd still cared about me
You were the only one I cherished
Didn't know you would doubt me
You said " All Relationships Get Through The Rough Time , If You Work It Out"
Though three weeks after you said it , you forgot it
You Gave Up
Whats That All About?
Growing Up Is A Rough Patch
I'm The Sandpaper To Get Through
I'd Sand Out The Edge and Make Them Smooth Again
To Be Next To You
I'm not a man of many words
Of all words "I Love You" I can't do without
Left Me Lost In This Depression State Capital Lonliness
What's That All About?
Won't You Be Terrified?
Once Your Love Has Fade To Black
And You Realize
I'm just the joker , to help you relax
I'm not a man whom thinks about the past
Be you were so recent how could this be?
I'm so sick and tired of the Madness
It Seems As If it only happens to me.
Now I'm Left in the
Depression State
Depression State
The Feeling That We Had was great
A Slip Of The Tounge
Caused Our Love To Fall
Thinking Bout The Good Times We Shared
Now It's As If You Didn't Care
Maybe You Never Loved Me At All
Depression State
Depression State
The Actions Now Determine Fate
In the Faith We Had
Going into This Love
Always To See Your Face Again
Good Fabricated Memories Lingerin
Will Keep this Sinking Ship Afloat
This is the Part
Where The Bridge Comes In
A Bridge To The Best Road Traveled
We Procrastinated The Foundation
This Bridge Has No Gravel
No Ways To Go On
No Ways To Get To You
No Ways To Feel Again
No Ways To See You
Your Were The Five Senses
I Needed In Life
My Portable Salvation
When I'm In Strife
It Angers Me So
To See This End
Before it draws to it's conclusion
Let Me Start Again
Depression State
Depression State
The Feelings Of Old Times Are Great
The way your Paris perfume smelled , setting my memories free
It's Embedded In The Pillow Next To Me
Shear Unadulterated Ecstasy
Disappointment in that we we'll never be
The Conversation Topic Of You And Me.
(c)2008
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