Mark's Pages

And that was that.

Seven years, seven million tears, the seventh daughter of the seventh son during the seventh inning stretch gone with no goodbye, no regrets, and no forwarding address.

Just a whole lotta lost love, a big pile of my books, and an endless supply of unanswered questions.

What's a poor boy to do?

I've got you on my mind
I'm feeling kind of sad and low
Got you on my mind
Feeling kind of sad and low
I'm wondering where you are
Wondering why you had to go

Tears begin to fall
Every time I hear your name
Tears begin to fall
Every time I hear your name
But since you went away
Nothing seems to be the same