This song does not belong to me it belongs to Leann Womack (again). But
HEY! She has good songs.
Starin' out the window at the sinkin' sun
Another painful day is done
If I could convince myself I was over you now
I'd find a way to go on somehow
Makoto gazed out Usagi's window and sighed.
"Thanks for letting me stay the night, I didn't want to be alone." She told Usagi. Usagi noddd her head as she hugged her giant stuffed bunny.
"I'm really sorry about Ken. He's such a jerk." She said. Makoto nodded her head and then dropped it in her hands. Her shoulders began to shake as she silently cried into her palms. Usagi bit her lip, wishing she hadn't said anything and hugged her friend.
"I just want to know how he could do this to me? He said he loved me just the day before." She told Usagi. Usagi stroked her hair and hugged her again.
"Just don't think about it."
But the pain just grows stronger every day
I think of you and I'm on my way
Down memory lane with your hand in mine
Guess I'm not the healing kind
Makoto woke up that night after a dream. Ken walked further and further away from her, and she could never catch him, no matter how fast she ran. Then another man took his place, but he was walking towards her. He had hugged her close, but she never saw his face. She pulled her knees up close to her chest, wishing anf hoping that the man was Ken, holding her once more.
Another December and the cold winds blow
And the nights without you seem so long
I stare at out picture in the firelight's glow
And where you are right now I just don't know
Makoto beat her eraser on her desk, trying to think of her school work and not Ken. But everytime she did, she saw his picture oin the frame, smiling back at her. She smiled back with just as much love. She picked it up and ran her fingers over his face, trying to recieve his warmth again, but it didn't come to her cold fingers. She sniffled, trying to hold back another break down. It was hard with out him. The nights were long when he wasn't there.
But the pain just grows stronger every day
I think of you and I'm on my way
Down memory lane with your hand in mine
Guess I'm just not the healing kind
The girls had comforted her for two weeks now and she was growing tired. The sleepless nights, the crying and the sobbing. She was exhausted, but she couldn't stop. The knife he had thrusted through her heart was still piercing it and the pain never ceased.
"Come on Mako-chan. Let's go get a hot chocolate." Minako said and stood her up. Makoto nodded and the girls walked outside into the cold December air. A new snow had blanketed the ground around Minako's house and covered the city, making it look like heaven. Makoto sighed and then felt Minako's hand on her arm.
"Makoto, he's gone." She whispered. "It's time you healed up and got better." She said with a smile. Makoto replied with a sad one and then looked up at the cloudy sky.
"Guess I'm just not the healing kind, Minako."
Starin' out the window at the sinkin' sun
Another painful day is done
If I could convince myself I was over you now
I'd find a way to go on somehow
Makoto gazed out Usagi's window and sighed.
"Thanks for letting me stay the night, I didn't want to be alone." She told Usagi. Usagi noddd her head as she hugged her giant stuffed bunny.
"I'm really sorry about Ken. He's such a jerk." She said. Makoto nodded her head and then dropped it in her hands. Her shoulders began to shake as she silently cried into her palms. Usagi bit her lip, wishing she hadn't said anything and hugged her friend.
"I just want to know how he could do this to me? He said he loved me just the day before." She told Usagi. Usagi stroked her hair and hugged her again.
"Just don't think about it."
But the pain just grows stronger every day
I think of you and I'm on my way
Down memory lane with your hand in mine
Guess I'm not the healing kind
Makoto woke up that night after a dream. Ken walked further and further away from her, and she could never catch him, no matter how fast she ran. Then another man took his place, but he was walking towards her. He had hugged her close, but she never saw his face. She pulled her knees up close to her chest, wishing anf hoping that the man was Ken, holding her once more.
Another December and the cold winds blow
And the nights without you seem so long
I stare at out picture in the firelight's glow
And where you are right now I just don't know
Makoto beat her eraser on her desk, trying to think of her school work and not Ken. But everytime she did, she saw his picture oin the frame, smiling back at her. She smiled back with just as much love. She picked it up and ran her fingers over his face, trying to recieve his warmth again, but it didn't come to her cold fingers. She sniffled, trying to hold back another break down. It was hard with out him. The nights were long when he wasn't there.
But the pain just grows stronger every day
I think of you and I'm on my way
Down memory lane with your hand in mine
Guess I'm just not the healing kind
The girls had comforted her for two weeks now and she was growing tired. The sleepless nights, the crying and the sobbing. She was exhausted, but she couldn't stop. The knife he had thrusted through her heart was still piercing it and the pain never ceased.
"Come on Mako-chan. Let's go get a hot chocolate." Minako said and stood her up. Makoto nodded and the girls walked outside into the cold December air. A new snow had blanketed the ground around Minako's house and covered the city, making it look like heaven. Makoto sighed and then felt Minako's hand on her arm.
"Makoto, he's gone." She whispered. "It's time you healed up and got better." She said with a smile. Makoto replied with a sad one and then looked up at the cloudy sky.
"Guess I'm just not the healing kind, Minako."
