Sing the Blues
Singing songs, oh just something to do.
It passes my time, oh when I'm blue.
Playing my guitar and singing out loud.
Trying not hear the thundering clouds.
These feelings I get when I play.
Peace of mind at last shall remain.
The way I feel comes out in a tune.
Days go by just singing about you.
I miss you.
I need you.
I love you.
P.S.: I wish I could write you a love song to show you the way I feel:
"I don't love you anymore!"