It was Tuesday morning
I was thinking what have I got to lose ?
Lace , wilting roses , ***** sunshine .
Has it gotten to the point
you make it hard
What we are made of
is but our lingering past
The yellowing days of our future that was to be
Our love was not to be just another
Friday evening
What have you got to lose
I know your secret
But I lost the key
Why do you have to make it so hard ?