William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
You had this pattern of repeating every word that you would say
Every word that you would say
Till I met you with a sigh and to this day I still regret
How I made you go away
I saw the whole world from your eyes, at least the glimpse you let me see
And what a glimpse you let me see
But your eyes can never stretch, over boundaries made in stone
I’m afraid that’s what will be
I imagine if I had another chance
To tell you all the things I should have said
We’d still find ourselves content in circumstance
But I’m content to say this anyway…
The day that you were hit by that car
My life changed
I was lost and out of touch, with the way you made me feel
With the way you make me feel
Everyday just passes now, and I can’t count them on my own
And your face is never real
I imagine if I had another chance
To tell you all the things I should have said
We’d still find ourselves content in circumstance
But I’m content to say this anyway