Wednesday night blues Wednesday, January 18, 2012 10:46:27 PM

The pain of having lost you is similar to a wave
Sometimes high and sometimes low
Sometimes fast and sometimes slow
Then I cry because with you I want to misbehave

And I know our happy time is over 
Our little game didn’t last for ever
I became a slave without a master
A broken heart without a plaster 

I left with you so much of me 
The sweetest part of my heart
Has forever gone with thee
As well as my chocolate tarte 

You left me with an unquenchable thirst for tea 
A sweet sadness that will never leave me 
I’m not at all bitter , but I’m no more happy
I want the key to open again your arms to me

And I know our happy time is over 
Our little game didn’t last for ever
I became a slave without a master
A broken heart without a plaster