Thursday, July 23, 2009



To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to, who wouldn't do?
The role I was about to play?
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about love in its mercy
For if it really does exist,
Why does it desert me?
In my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally

It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?

What do we do? What do we do?

In my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally

Alone again, naturally...



Vonda Shepard ( Alone again, Naturally... )

:anongnangyari:praying someday, you'd be mine...

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