sexta-feira, junho 06, 2008

leaving for good

Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free

We gave her everything money could buy

Picks up the letter that´s lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
How could she do this to me?
We never thought of ourselves
Is leaving
Never a thought of ourselves

What did we do that was wrong?
Is having
We didn´t know it was wrong
Fun is the one thing that money can´t buy

She´s leaving home, bye, bye