There's been many ways to choose
All the things I could abuse -
They have only been refused,
You can see, friend.
We live just those different lives,
There's no need to sink in lies,
Different roads for both of us -
Our ways are different.
One can tell me "Nevermind,
Leave the memories behind
There are many things to find
Out in tomorrow."
For each day is just the same
I keep the photograph in frame
So we still play the same old game,
Both in joy and sorrow.
Different
© Copyright: Romantic Bluesman, 2002
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