When tomorrow starts without me..

You would think by now, I would know my way around,
I shouldn't miss you so badly, I should be on familiar ground.

How many more lonely years, must meander by,
until I learn the lesson, it does no good to cry.

What manner of iron will, must some people possess,
to be always looking forward, to never accept regress.

Perhaps if I was willing, to let someone take me by the hand,
they could show me a happy place, in this unfamiliar land.

Perhaps I'm only homesick, for all the joys that once were mine,
I must accept that they and you, belong to another place and time.

But I know that deep within my heart, there's a place where only you reside,
and when the pain of loneliness comes, it knows that is where I hide.

So if sometimes it seems to you, I'm clinging to the past,
it's mostly because I can't yet accept, that our love didn't last.

No matter how hard I try, I've yet to get over you,
for the part of me that's still alive, believes you love me too.

Maybe there will come a day, when that part will finally die,
and feeling strong with a heart reborn, a new love I will finally try.

I face the world with a smile, no one knows what is hid inside.
They see only happiness, they cant see the tears I've cried.

When I am alone I hurt, because here I do it well.
In front of all the watchful eyes my heaven turns to hell.

The judge and jury awaits me, everyone has a say.
In a life that hangs suspended for yet another day.

Who are they to judge if what I have done is right or wrong?
In the end I gave him up, but inside still sing his song.

I don't know how to find the strength I thought I had.
If only I could play tough it wouldn't be so bad.

They say that life goes on and someday I'll smile again.
But, how do they know my pain without being where I've been?

I've traveled so far from home, and can't find my way back.
Somewhere along the way I must have jumped the track.

I saw him just today and his smile is still the same.
He looked at me so sweetly, but never spoke my name.

I wonder if he remembers me, It hasn't been that long.
He may have forgotten me, but I still sing his song.