I saw a shooting star last night on my way home.
It fell like a tear from its heavenly dome.
It reminded me that I am mad at my God.
I believed, I prayed, but it was all fraud.
I brought her to church
I held her when she cried
We made such sweet love
And she still left like the tide.
It all felt so right
surely she's the one,
she turned the switch off.
And my faith is now done.
It was the straw that broke the dying camel's back
I was too off course, I won't make it back
If you're not the one then no one else will
Your shoes, like your presence, were to big to fill.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
I saw a shooting star last night on my way home.
It fell like a tear from its heavenly dome.
It reminded me that I am mad at my God.
I believed, I prayed, but it was all fraud.
I brought her to church
I held her when she cried
We made such sweet love
And she still left like the tide.
It all felt so right
surely she's the one,
she turned the switch off.
And my faith is now done.
It was the straw that broke the dying camel's back
I was too off course, I won't make it back
If you're not the one then no one else will
Your shoes, like your presence, were to big to fill.
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