dusk arising

blot on the page

 


There\'s a blot on the page, where I tried to write
                                  to tell you just whats on my mind
but i got all choked up, and the hurt came out
                                started falling down from my eyes
     how can a little word like sorry say how ashamed i feel inside
     or the three little words i love you tell of all the times i cried

when i call you up my pride won\'t let me show
                           what i really ought to say out loud
ask you how ya been and i\'m worrying
                           is some other guy feeling so proud
       you sound so cold on my telephone my fire gets all put out
      inside i know i\'m really dying when we start to holler and shout

can it be i\'m wrong theres no chance that we
                               could now ever really get along
what we had is done, no blood from a stone
                       tread a separate path from now on
     but why do i feel such hurting wondering are you there feeling it too
     i think i\'ll write it all down in a letter and send it with my heart for you

but there\'s a blot on the page  where i tried to write
                                          to tell you just whats on my mind
yes i got all choked up and the hurt came out
                                        started falling down from my eyes
     how can a little word like sorry say how ashamed i feel inside
     or three little words i love you tell of all the times i cried