D|Own|Town

I look in my mailbox, am looking for you
When I hear my songs, am thinking of you
Am thinking somehow things are going to change
That we still have chance, that we have a chance…
I look in my blog, for a comment of you,
For a sight of life, any type of clue…
A dim that infuses a whisper of hope,
That this was a nightmare, that I will cope

And I know that begging won’t fit on your game
You won’t reconsider the difference we kept
Why did I believe? Why did I keep hope?
Why do I still think like we’re still going on?
Does it happen to you? Do we meet thru our minds?
Do we both keep a hope our thing still goes on?
Do we feel like no breeze can chill out with this warmth?
Do you feel like we worth it? Can you read my heart?

Does it make any sense writing something for you?
That you won’t even read, for you are distant and blue?
Let your children know, the brief history of me
Of a crazy who loved you from distance and still,
Had affection enough, to melt up, to break down,
Cause our breakup was hard, tell them we could go on…
Tell them that our mistake was allowing to dream,
And find out that when different, the dreams also split,
And remind us when broke that we should have kept locked,
That sometimes hope’s an enemy, that burdens the soul.

And you said we were similar…
I bet you changed your mind…
I bet you’re thinking different,
I bet we’ll nevermind