WHEN THE MORNING COMES
What do we do
when the night is done,
and we see the sun
shining down on us?
Do we just leave,
go our own way?
Oh, how I wish
that you would stay.
Why do you always say goodbye?
Doesn't it bother you
to see me cry?
Don't tell me you love me
as you head for the door.
Because when you lie,
it hurts even more.
I know the game you're playing,
but I can't let you go.
Even though I hardly see you,
I just can't stand to be alone.
If you ever change your mind,
and can finally love someone-
Please come back and tell me
that I will be the one.