Every Morning Hurt (Part 3)
Title: Every Morning Hurt Part 3
By: Francis Moje
Is this really going to be the last night,
The last moment with you,
Or the start of everything that’s new?
I couldn’t wait for your answer any longer,
‘Cuz every time I prayed, this is what I always ask.
Now, this moment has finally come I wanna listen.
Don’t be afraid to say what’s true.
Words won’t hurt me if it’s coming from you.
Nothing compare to the hurt I feel every morning —
That’s when you leave me and when you’re with him.
It takes more than pain killers
Just to get rid of these morning thorns and stings.
I look around the house, no picture-in-a-frame of us.
There’s nothing to hold on to or dispose
No matter what things happen.
We’re just a pigment of the night, anyway.
It could stay or maybe not.
It could last or be painful all the time.
Maybe I should start telling you what I really feel.
But every time I wish I pull my tongue back
I couldn’t say good-bye — I won’t!
You should know that here in my heart,
The best part of me is always, always you
And I couldn’t say “I wish none of this happened.”
Everything that made me is crashing down, though.
I feel so restless thinking about you.
My soul is burning, I don’t know what to do.
It seems that every morning lasts longer
And vision starts to fade even the sun is getting brighter
And sky is getting clearer and clearer.
I want no one, but you
Would there be any way to forget you,
I don’t think it’s going to set me free.
But should every morning hurt again,
I beg you to stay this morning.
Don’t ever go again.
But if your heart tells you that you must
And that you really love him more than anything
And, most importantly, more than me;
Then, let’s stop all of these —
The pain, the laugh, the smile,
The nonsense of all things if you tell me if you don’t love me.
I will just live in a fantasy where
Every Morning won’t come any more —
There’ll be just the night, you and me.
I will just live the dream like all the nights,
All the nights that we’ve been through,
Despite the fact that after it, the morning will hurt us me again.