special


Special / Garbage

I’m living without you
I know all about you
I have run you down into the ground
Spread disease about you over town

I used to adore you
I couldn’t control you
There was nothing that I wouldn’t do
To keep myself around and close to you

Do you have an opinion?
A mind of your own?
I thought you were special
I thought you should know
But I’ve run out of patience
I couldn’t care less

I…
I…

Do you have an opinion?
A mind of your own?
I thought you were special
I thought you should know

I used to amuse you
I knew that I’d lose you
Now you’re here and begging for a chance
There’s no way in hell I’d take it back

Do you have an opinion?
A mind of your own?
I thought you were special
I thought you should know
But I’ve run out of patience
I’ve run out of comments
I’m tired of the violence
I couldn’t care less

I’m looking for a new
I’m looking for a new
I’m looking for a new
I’m looking for a new

We were the talk of the town
We were the talk of the town
We were the talk of the town
We were the talk of the town

I thought you were special
I thought you were special
I thought you were special
I thought you were special…

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Nina,

((((Hugs))), every experience has its beauty, every memory, too. I hope one day you’re able to look back on all this pain, knowingly, and be able to say, yes, that was why I suffered.

Much love to you,

LE

LE,

Thank you for the hugs sweetheart — and yes, you’re quite right. I have many wonderful memories of what we shared, and even tho I’m sad that we won’t have any more happy memories, I am grateful for the time we did share.

And yes… there are always lessons, aren’t there?

Thanks hon… :kissy:

love,
nina