I don’t think that she loves me any longer.
There’s just something in her eyes that tells me so.
I can’t deny this feeling that it’s over,
So I think perhaps it’s best for me to go.
I don’t know what I’ll do once it’s over.
I guess I’ll try living life from day to day.
I hope and pray that in time I’ll forget her,
But now I’ve got lots of time to find a way.
A lot of time is what I need
To chase her from my mind,
Instead of begging on my knees
That she would still be mine.
A lot of time is what I’ve got
To try and understand
Just why she left me nothing but
Time on my hands.
March 12, 1990
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