DIXIE CHICKS

"You Were Mine"

I Can't Find A Reason To Let Go
Even Though You've Found A New Love
And She's What Your Dreams Are Made Of
I Can Find A Reason To Hang On
What Went Wrong Can Be Forgiven
Without You, It Ain't Worth Livin' Alone

I sit here in my apartment, thinking of him. I wonder what he is doing while I drown in my misery. He's probably out with Sara.

Her. Sara. THE girl of HIS dreams. There was no more late night chinese, no more 'Hey Bones, we have a case!', no more... no more Booth.

And it is all my fault. If I hadn't been so... stubborn, if I hadn't argued, if I hadn't said those things. If we had worked it out. If, if, if. Too many if's. I just want him back.

As I think it over, that argument, I realize just how silly it was. I wanted a gun, he wouldn't give me one. As simple as that.

Sometimes I Wake Up Crying At Night
And Sometimes I Scream Out Your Name
What Right Does She Have To Take You Away
When For So Long, You Were Mine

I dream about him. Horrible, taunting, bloody dreams. I wake up crying, repeating his name endlessly, screaming in frustration. How could she just steel my partner, my Booth, when he was with me for 3 years or more? He said he'd never leave.

But he did. He left me just like everyone else.

I Took Out All The Pictures Of Our Wedding Day
It Was A Time Of Love And Laughter
Happy Ever After
But Even Those Old Pictures Have Begun To Fade
Please Tell Me She's Not Real
And That You're Really Coming Home To Stay

Married. That is one word I thought I would never use in relation to myself. I was MARRIED to Seeley Booth. And then we argued, and it was over.

But before that dreaded disagreement, we were so happy, so much in love. As I flip through the scrap book, the only thing I have left of him; pictures, I hope that he will come home. I pray to the God I don't belive in to send him home to me. But I know that won't happen.

I Can Give You Two Good Reasons
To Show You Love's Not Blind
He's Two And She's Four, And You Know They Adore You
So How Can I Tell Them You've Changed Your Mind

It is so hard for me not to march up to his door and demand that he rethink. That he look me in the eye and tell me he doesn't love me. Some days I think that I can change his mind, and others it seems frutile.

I Remember When You Were Mine

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Ok, so it's not my usual fluff filled ditty, but I heard the song and couldn't get it out of 'me head. Review!