Karma

Blame it on the weather, but I’m a mess.
And I know I need your comfort, but this drama makes me sick.
And the longer I lay here, I know it’s harder to get up without you.
Lose another day here, lose another year here.
I’m with you.

Goodbye, old friend.
Goodbye, goodnight.
I’ll move on.
You’ll call it fate, I’ll call it karma.
We had our time, it was fun while it lasted.

I’ll look back, with honour and no regrets.
I won’t be mad, won’t feel bad.
These memories will never leave me.
Don’t be sad beause life goes on.
It’s getting too late.
Tomorrow, is here.

~ by Thomson on May 1, 2011.