Feeling Blue

shadows dance on the walls
silhouettes, paper dolls
like memories left untold
and thoughts that can't unfold
as i lay in bed alone and warm
watching the shadows transform
I think of days that are gone
taken from me in shape of song
memories of lips still linger
whispers that make me a singer
singing improvised songs of woe
that bend my broken mind slow
with dreams of only you...
I always wake up feeling blue
Nothing is mine to call my own
not my life, not that sad song
But I'm just passing through
what you are and what you do
is what I thought and wanted
but I'll always be taunted
by memories and dreams of you
that make me wake feeling blue...