Postcards - Terence (aka Lei McQueen)

its been a week since you left

ive feel like ive lost my head

i never thought i could be so helpless

dont know what to do with myself

tried eveything but its been hell not having you around

im tired of sleeping, im tired of eating

cuz i cant enjoy it on my own

im tired of waiting and anticipating

only to end up here alone

i know your thinking of me too

its clear by all these postcards, postcards

its the only thing i can hold onto at night

it aint right cuz they come back to you

when im holding these postcards, postcards

when im holding these postcards, postcards

should see my eyes when i read

the words youve written to me

sear i can hear your voice oh so cleary

but when i put that carddown

its like ive never heard a sound

and its playing with my heart

(letmebeyourlyrics.blogspot.com)

cuz im tired of acting im no good at acting

im right out of part to play this role

im tired of wishing for something that missing

only to find that your alone

i know your thinking of me too

its clear by all these postcards, postcards

its the only thing i can hold onto at night

it aint right cuz they come back to you

when im holding these postcards, postcards

when im holding these postcards, postcards

somtimes i wanna throw them away

cuz there just getting in the way

making things complicated getting me agrivated

and other times i hold them close

cuz there the only things i know

how much longer will i get these post cards

i know your thinking of me too

its clear by all these postcards, postcards

its the only thing i can hold onto at night

it aint right cuz they come back to you

when im holding these postcards, postcards

(woah)

i know your thinking of me too

its clear by all these postcards, postcards

its the only thing i can hold onto at night

it aint right cuz they come back to you

when im holding these postcards, postcards (yeah)

when im holding these postcards, postcards

i miss ya baby, come home baby

keep holding these postcards postcards