Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm
May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home
Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
So...
Late into the third week of my new course, I realise how inadequate I am in every single way.
I'm no better at anatomy, chemistry, microbiology, etc. than anybody else.
I'm no nicer, no funnier, no more talented nor jovial, no more relavent, and most of all, I'm not even up to parr with "average" looking women.
I guess it makes sense really,
I mean, there must be an average in the world.
That means a many fall below that average. What made me ever think that I could be special in any way?
I'm just...
Average.
No worse, below average.
I miss you baby. I think the way you make me feel when I'm around you is beautiful. Like you're not ever looking at another girl when we're together. Like I'm special to you. That you chose me because we make a great team.
I'm just... thinking too much again.
But I love you.
I'm no better at anatomy, chemistry, microbiology, etc. than anybody else.
I'm no nicer, no funnier, no more talented nor jovial, no more relavent, and most of all, I'm not even up to parr with "average" looking women.
I guess it makes sense really,
I mean, there must be an average in the world.
That means a many fall below that average. What made me ever think that I could be special in any way?
I'm just...
Average.
No worse, below average.
I miss you baby. I think the way you make me feel when I'm around you is beautiful. Like you're not ever looking at another girl when we're together. Like I'm special to you. That you chose me because we make a great team.
I'm just... thinking too much again.
But I love you.
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