It was still dark outside
When I woke up in the morning,
Still swallowing my pride
while my bunk mate kept on snoring.
When I woke up this morning
I still remembered every line,
while my bunkmate kept on snoring,
softly keeping time.
I still remembered every line
that I threw into her face,
softly keeping time
with my own thoughts of disgrace.
That I threw into her face
those nasty things I said,
with my own thoughts of disgrace,
I crawled out of my bed.
Those nasty things I said,
they haunted me through the night.
I crawled out of my bed
hoping, yearning for some light.
They haunted me through the night,
and, still swallowing my pride,
I went to find her and make things right.
It was still dark outside
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 8:18 PM UTC
It was still dark outside
When I woke up in the morning,
Still swallowing my pride
while my bunk mate kept on snoring.
When I woke up this morning
I still remembered every line,
while my bunkmate kept on snoring,
softly keeping time.
I still remembered every line
that I threw into her face,
softly keeping time
with my own thoughts of disgrace.
That I threw into her face
those nasty things I said,
with my own thoughts of disgrace,
I crawled out of my bed.
Those nasty things I said,
they haunted me through the night.
I crawled out of my bed
hoping, yearning for some light.
They haunted me through the night,
and, still swallowing my pride,
I went to find her and make things right.
It was still dark outside
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