YOUDONTKNOWHOWHARDITISLIVINGWTHMETHATSHAVINGTOLIVEWITHOUTYOU. (MUMBLED)

YOUDONTKNOWHOWHARDITISLIVINGWTHMETHATSHAVINGTOLIVEWITHOUTYOU. (MUMBLED)

I remember pretending to be a gentleman.

I would selfishly say things like, "Ladies First" , so I could climb stairs behind you.

Let's face it, most men and a whole lot of women stare behind you.

My heart goes tripping up the stairs triple time on each step.

The rest of me stays back, locked in.

I'm unable to look away from the north end of a southbound Southern Belle.

Damn girl, how did I throw away an Angel only to wake up in this Hell?

Youdontknowhowharditislivingwithmethatshavingtolivewithoutyou.(mumbled)

Youdontknowhowharditislivingwithmethatshavingtolivewithoutyou.(mumbled)

Youdontknowhowharditislivingwithmethatshavingtolivewithoutyou.(mumbled)

It makes sense for them to call each step a rise.

I think of all the barz you raise with each step.

They call each section a flight.

Climbing behind you makes me feel like I'm soaring and we're getting closer to heaven.

Ah! Was this the reason they built the Tower of Babel?

Did men watch your ancestress climb, then coming down from that structure incoherent, speaking in foreign tongues?

I've made that climb behind you.

Now I'm saying things I've never even heard before.

But I fell from that great height, into this eternal night.

Youdontknowhowharditislivingwithmethatshavingtolivewithoutyou.(mumbled)

Youdontknowhowharditislivingwithmethatshavingtolivewithoutyou.(mumbled)

Youdontknowhowharditislivingwithmethatshavingtolivewithoutyou.(mumbled)

There is a bounce to your step that causes my heart to bound between pounds.

You place your delicate feet one in front of the other instead of the usual side by side. A tightrope walker leading me up the stair to a bedroom without a net.

The swing of your set let's me know it's playtime.

But when the judge came back from recess, he said playtime was over.

So I spend my days and nights mumbling to myself, trying to remember your tongue.

Youdontknowhowharditislivingwithmethatshavingtolivewithoutyou.(mumbled)

Youdontknowhowharditislivingwithmethatshavingtolivewithoutyou.(mumbled)

Youdontknowhowharditislivingwithmethatshavingtolivewithoutyou.(mumbled)

Too late I learn there's no I in us or we, so I have to spell prison without you.

And seeing that guy who did this to us in the mirror, tears through my soul like a skillsaw with bent teeth.

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW HARD IT IS LIVING WITH ME, THAT'S HAVING TO LIVE WITH OUT YOU.(clear Annunciation)

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