The once was a girl, in the years of my youth. With eyes like the summer, all beauty and truth. In the morning I fled, left a note and it read: Someday, you will be loved.
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret. 'Cause each broken heart will eventually mend. As the blood runs red, down the needle and thread, Someday, you will be loved.
You'll be loved, you'll be loved, as you never have known. And the memories of me will seem more like bad dreams. Just a series of blurs, like I never occured. Someday, you will be loved.
You may feel alone, while you're falling asleep. And each time tears roll down your cheeks. But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet. Someday, you will be loved.
You'll be loved, you'll be loved, Like you never have known. And the mem'rys of me will seem more like bad dreams. Just a series of blurs, like I never occured, Someday, you will be loved.
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The once was a girl, in the years of my youth.
With eyes like the summer, all beauty and truth.
In the morning I fled, left a note and it read:
Someday, you will be loved.
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret.
'Cause each broken heart will eventually mend.
As the blood runs red, down the needle and thread,
Someday, you will be loved.
You'll be loved, you'll be loved, as you never have known.
And the memories of me will seem more like bad dreams.
Just a series of blurs, like I never occured.
Someday, you will be loved.
You may feel alone, while you're falling asleep.
And each time tears roll down your cheeks.
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet.
Someday, you will be loved.
You'll be loved, you'll be loved,
Like you never have known.
And the mem'rys of me will seem more like bad dreams.
Just a series of blurs, like I never occured,
Someday, you will be loved.
To my wonderful fan club :) Thanks for all the optimisic thoughts and kind words. They never do go unnoticed.
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