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Distance


Never a moment goes by without the thought of you

6 hours and 30minutes,

three hundred and ninety five miles.

This distance is killing me slowly, 

I thought i didn't mind it.

I thought as long as I don't remember, It won't seem so bad.

Wrong, Never been so wrong.

lying to myself, to you and most of all to my heart,

Six hours and thirty minutes, I could make it I could drive so long

Mile after mile I'll soon bridge that 395 miles

or so I thought, it was late, it was dark and those lights shown so bright.

It was beautiful. 

i only wanted to see you, even for a moment

This distance killed me  

 

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