Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
In too many days, too many tears
Too many stories of our yesteryears
I couldn't say the worst of my fears
I'm picking up the signs, maybe the end is near
But at long last
I recall the words that you told me
This will pass and the love you have
Will be for me, only:
After an hour, when I couldn't speak
You tell a story that just makes me weep
It may be my age, I'm just getting weak
My skin's not thick enough for this critique
But at long last
I recall the words that you told me
This will pass and the love you have
Will be for me, only:
There's too many pains, too many cries
Too many hours drowning in your eyes
Those were the days, so full of lies
I guess I was in love with your disguise