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"Talking"
'Thought'
Lyrics
A Painful Mistake
Next Time
I lie awake and die
I can try but can't deny
That I can't make it without her
I can't forget the day
I let her slip away
And I'm still dreaming about her
Can a heart forgive?
Cos I just can't live without her
Yamcha lay awake in bed looking at the empty bed that he was in. Wishing that she was here, next to him, making love to him. But no, he had to let her go. Kami, why was he such a fucking idiot. He had the best and he fucked it all up. She was perfect. PERFECT! Damn it, she was perfect! He let her go, he was such a fucking asshole, a stupid fucking asshole.
The next time you see my girl
Won't you say that
I would die to hold her
The next time you see my girl
Won't you tell her I love her
The next time you see my girl
'I loved her, I still love her' Then what happened? Why roam around? Why cheat? He didn't know why he did the things he did.
He sat up in his bed, burying his hands in his face. He moved his hand and ran them thru his unruly black hair. He pulled the covers off of him and got up from bed.
He walked over to the kitchen and took out the six-pack of Coronas and popped one of them open.
He sighed "Bottoms up" he started to chug down the Corona then the next, and so on and so forth, until he finished the pack. He couldn't help but drink, he needed to fill the void that he felt since he broke up with her. Alcohol seemed like the only solution.
Maybe the next time
I walk the street at night
See lovers passing by
And it's all a reminder
Of what it used to be
When she was here with me
I only wish I could find her
Did she disappears
Cos I'm waiting right here for her
"Yamcha" he heard a familiar voice say to him.
"Yamcha, wake up" it said again.
He slowly opened his eyes. It was her. She had come back to him.
"Yamcha, you're a mess. I'll come back to you on one condition. You be better or else because I can fall out of you like that" she snapped her fingers.
Yamcha nodded. He couldn't believe it. She was really back. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice. He loved her and she loved him.
Bulma lifted Yamcha to his feet and led them back to his bedroom, to get him cleaned up. She laid him on the bed and sat right next to him.
"What caused you to drink?" she asked him as she ran her fingers thru his black hair.
"I missed you" he grabbed her hand from his head and brought it down to his mouth and kissed it "And I feared you'd never come back to me" he kissed it again.
She smiled "I will always come back to you. I love you. Don't forget that," she said as she kissed him on the forehead.
I close my eyes
I see her face and realize
But in front of me
I had it all
But I set her free
So next time
You see my girl
Oh won't you tell her that I'm sorry
Tell her that I love her
Yamcha woke up on the floor of his kitchen. She didn't come back to him it was just a dream. Nothing more, he must've hurt her badly if she wouldn't come back to him by now.
'That's it' his mind screamed 'Go over there and talk to her, tell her you love her, that you need her, and you were a fucking asshole to break up with her' yeah, he would do that. He couldn't live without her. He should talk to her. He stood up 'I'll go over there, after the room stops spinning' he grabbed his head and fell to the floor.
The next time you see my girl
Won't you say that
I would die to hole her
The next time you see my girl
Won't you tell her I love her
The next time you see my girl
"Talking"
'Thought'
Lyrics
A Painful Mistake
Next Time
I lie awake and die
I can try but can't deny
That I can't make it without her
I can't forget the day
I let her slip away
And I'm still dreaming about her
Can a heart forgive?
Cos I just can't live without her
Yamcha lay awake in bed looking at the empty bed that he was in. Wishing that she was here, next to him, making love to him. But no, he had to let her go. Kami, why was he such a fucking idiot. He had the best and he fucked it all up. She was perfect. PERFECT! Damn it, she was perfect! He let her go, he was such a fucking asshole, a stupid fucking asshole.
The next time you see my girl
Won't you say that
I would die to hold her
The next time you see my girl
Won't you tell her I love her
The next time you see my girl
'I loved her, I still love her' Then what happened? Why roam around? Why cheat? He didn't know why he did the things he did.
He sat up in his bed, burying his hands in his face. He moved his hand and ran them thru his unruly black hair. He pulled the covers off of him and got up from bed.
He walked over to the kitchen and took out the six-pack of Coronas and popped one of them open.
He sighed "Bottoms up" he started to chug down the Corona then the next, and so on and so forth, until he finished the pack. He couldn't help but drink, he needed to fill the void that he felt since he broke up with her. Alcohol seemed like the only solution.
Maybe the next time
I walk the street at night
See lovers passing by
And it's all a reminder
Of what it used to be
When she was here with me
I only wish I could find her
Did she disappears
Cos I'm waiting right here for her
"Yamcha" he heard a familiar voice say to him.
"Yamcha, wake up" it said again.
He slowly opened his eyes. It was her. She had come back to him.
"Yamcha, you're a mess. I'll come back to you on one condition. You be better or else because I can fall out of you like that" she snapped her fingers.
Yamcha nodded. He couldn't believe it. She was really back. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice. He loved her and she loved him.
Bulma lifted Yamcha to his feet and led them back to his bedroom, to get him cleaned up. She laid him on the bed and sat right next to him.
"What caused you to drink?" she asked him as she ran her fingers thru his black hair.
"I missed you" he grabbed her hand from his head and brought it down to his mouth and kissed it "And I feared you'd never come back to me" he kissed it again.
She smiled "I will always come back to you. I love you. Don't forget that," she said as she kissed him on the forehead.
I close my eyes
I see her face and realize
But in front of me
I had it all
But I set her free
So next time
You see my girl
Oh won't you tell her that I'm sorry
Tell her that I love her
Yamcha woke up on the floor of his kitchen. She didn't come back to him it was just a dream. Nothing more, he must've hurt her badly if she wouldn't come back to him by now.
'That's it' his mind screamed 'Go over there and talk to her, tell her you love her, that you need her, and you were a fucking asshole to break up with her' yeah, he would do that. He couldn't live without her. He should talk to her. He stood up 'I'll go over there, after the room stops spinning' he grabbed his head and fell to the floor.
The next time you see my girl
Won't you say that
I would die to hole her
The next time you see my girl
Won't you tell her I love her
The next time you see my girl