Thinking of you

If I could only take back the things I said--
all those words that mean nothing now...
except pain and tears mingling with pillows.
If I could only hold you now,
but then those soft whispers would come,
and I'd hurt you again.
I've had it, girl...
and you can have it...

Love is hard, baby--
hard as some kind of rock,
but then again, it's night,
and I'm lost,
and sometimes I just want a rock
to lay my head on.

But then the dreams come,
or maybe the nightmares,
and some kind of ladder from heaven
comes down,
and I keep falling off it
hitting my head on something
that's hard, baby--
hard as some kind of rock.

This is too much...

jamin gray

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