[Fletch]

Writers Tears

They’re lonely nights, empty glasses
Slowly forgetting, hidden romances
They’re falling rain, hidden lines
The watching hands, of stolen time

They’re faded flowers, whispers inside
Jaded memories, of laments cried
They’re lonely days, that always appear
You pen regrets, from writers tears

Can it be, only me
Can you see, a foolish, plea

It’s better, to have loved and lost
Than never love, at all
It’s better, to feel betray
Or so I hear, them say
It’s better, to have loved and lost
Than the fear of losing, it all
It’s better, your world unfolds
Or so I’ve, been told

They’re quotes recalled, living in silence
While ghosts pass by, forever tireless
The lonely life, every year
You pen regrets, from writers tears

Can it be, only me
Can you see, a foolish, plea

It’s better, to have loved and lost
Than never love, at all
It’s better, to feel betray
Or so I hear, them say
It’s better, to have loved and lost
Than the fear of losing, it all
It’s better, your world unfolds
Or so I’ve, been told
Or so I’ve, been, told

The lonely life, every year
You pen regrets, from writers tears