Why is it so much easier to continue wallowing than it is to try to pick yourself up?

This is me feeling sad and lonely...

If

If a picture paints a thousand words,

then why can't I paint you?

The wods will never show

the you I've come to know.

If a face could launch a thousand ships,

then where am I to go?

There's no one home but you.

You're all that's left me to.

And when my love

for life is running dry,

you come and pour

yourself on me.

If a man could be two places at

on time, I'd be with you;

tomorrow and to day,

beside you all the way.

If the world should stop revolving,

spinning slowly down to die,

I'd spend the end with you.

And when the world was through,

then one by one

the stars would all go out.

Then you and I

sould simply fly away.

~ David Gates

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