by Clint Rogers

Created on: February 03, 2009

I got back from my job today,

Can't say I didn't see it coming,

and the notebook paper showed me what

you were too scared to tell me this morning.

I still didn't know what to think,

your love had kept me going.

My house, my car, my job's still here,

but without you I'm frozen.

We were suppose to go to Florida on vacation,

Be tourists in our nations oldest city,

In Saint Augustine where we first met,

walk the streets and see the sites,

here the music we once heard in long gone nights.

I pack my lunch and I close the door,

Start the truck and get on my way,

but behind closed doors is where I want to be.

Holding on to memories.

I never knew what to think,

your love had kept me going.

My house, my car, my job's still here,

but without you I'm frozen.

Without you my heart

Feels frozen.

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