Most Days
by Joyce Melton
Most days I can hold my own,
Most days I'm not alone.
Some days I'm sick and tired
Of missing you.
Most nights I can sleep all right,
Most nights when the moon is bright.
Some nights I'm tense and wired
From missing you.
Sunday night is not too bad,
Monday night I might feel glad,
Tuesday, Wednesday nights may pass
Without missing you.
Thursday night I'm not too sure
Friday night the pain is pure
Saturday I just might crash
'Cause of missing you.
Most nights I can sleep all right,
Most nights when the moon is bright,
Some nights I can't sleep at all
'Cause I'm missing you.
Most days I can hold my own,
Most days I'm not alone.
Some days I may slip and fall,
'Cause I'm missing you.
Most nights I can sleep all right,
Most nights when the moon is bright,
Some nights I can't sleep at all
'Cause I'm missing you.
But some nights I can't sleep at all
'Cause I'm missing you.
Mmm, hmm...Missing you...
'Cause I'm missing you...
Most Days
Hi
What can I say but *hugs*. This is very touching and written directly from the heart.
I feel your pain
Hugs
Karen
Song
Thanks, writing the song helped.
- Joyce
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
It's the nights
The days are usually okay. Enough going on. It's the nights. Yes, it's the nights.
Very on the mark. Very real. Sorry for your pain. Sometimes it can be okay. Sometimes.
As always all my best, Joyce.
fregen
Yes
Yes, it is the nights. Probably why I've been sleeping mostly days. Thanks.
- Joyce
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.