The Floor By: Michael Dykhoff 8/7/01 Clich�s, Bad days. Everything changes, No body stays. Time moves so very fast, Before you know it, tomorrow has past. People move on, And everyone leaves. (But no one sees) This is it, My heart has hit the floor. Time has moved on, And I can�t take it anymore. These feelings are getting old, I�m tired of my heart feeling so cold. I've got to move on, Before my heart is gone. Today I thought about last year. Of each memory and every tear. Why are all my thoughts about love and hate? Maybe its because that was our fate. (Maybe its because, its too late.) This is it, My heart has hit the floor. Time has moved on, And I can�t take it anymore. These feelings are getting old, I�m tired of my heart feeling so cold. I've got to move on, Before my heart is gone. Maybe good will come of this, Maybe our lips will steal one more kiss, Maybe we�ll find each other once more, And maybe my heart won�t hit the floor. This is it, My heart has hit the floor. Time has moved on, And I can�t take it anymore. These feelings are getting old, I�m tired of my heart feeling so cold. I�ve got to move on, Before my heart is gone. This is it, My heart has hit the floor. Time has moved on, And I can�t take it anymore. These feelings are getting old, I�m tired of my heart feeling so cold. I�ve got to move on, Before my heart is gone.
