Candie Payne
Candie Payne
Candie Payne
Candie Payne
Candie Payne
Candie Payne
Candie Payne
Candie Payne
Candie Payne
Candie Payne
Candie Payne
9am again in the morning
I've got my things to do
I cannot let myself be weak
I cannot cry myself to sleep
In the morning I forget I'm missing you
But somehow at 10 in the morning
I tell myself I'm fine
I cannot let myself be weak
I cannot cry myself to sleep
In the morning it's much easier to lie
It's at night when I've got
Nothing else to do
It's at night I go out
Hoping I'll find you
And I wonder who you're
With in the morning
I'm sure you're not alone
But I can't let myself be weak
I cannot cry myself to sleep
In the morning I can't sit here
By the phone
It's at night when I've got
Nothing else to do
It's at night I go out
Hoping I'll find you