Don't Cry...
Talk to me softly
There's something in your eyes
Don't hang your head in sorrow
And please don't cry
I know how you feel inside
I've been there before
Somethin's changin' inside you
And don't you know
Don't you cry tonight
I still love you baby
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight
Give me a whisper
And give me a sigh
Give me a kiss before you tell me goodbye
Don't you take it so hard now
And please don't take it so bad
I'll still be thinkin' of you
And the times we had...baby
And don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight
And please remember that I never lied
And please remember how I felt inside now honey
You gotta make it your own way
But you'll be alright now sugar
You'll feel better tomorrow
Come the morning light now baby
And don't you cry tonight
An don't you cry tonight
An don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry tonight
Baby maybe someday
Don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry
Tonight
-Guns 'N Roses
m_o_o_nspells spelled it out at 9/30/2006 03:58:00 PM
4 Comments:
I don't think it's no one... it's just that those who come by have nothing of substance to offer and don't want to insult you with platitudes. Your visit counter goes up, but people don't know what to say.
We're out here. There are spirits in the well, listening to the whispers and catching the tears, but powerless to intercede, and unsure that they should if they could. But it's not only echoes.
Thank you for your beautiful words...as always, it helps to know you're out there.
Moons, sweetie, I'm sorry for you situation, which does absolutely nothing to help you, but I don't know what else to say or do.
We had a great time in Toronto, I'm sorry we couldn't get our schedules co-ordinated. Ag and I both were looking forward to meeting you. Maybe next time we come up.
Still thinking about you, sweetie, often. I don't know how much that means, but I hope it helps a little.
Luv ya, and hugs and stuff..
Its in my will. That song is going to be played at my funeral. That and November rain. I was born in November in the rain.
*Tragic*
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