Still I'm glad for what we had...

 

"It's Too Late"

Stayed in bed all morning just to pass the time
There's something wrong here, there can be no denying
One of us is changing, or maybe we've just stopped trying

And it's too late, baby, now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide
And I just can't fake it, Oh no no

It used to be so easy living here with you
You were light and breezy and I knew just what to do
Now you look so unhappy, and I feel like a fool

And it's too late, baby, now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide
And I just can't fake it, oh no no

There'll be good times again for me and you
But we just can't stay together, don't you feel it too
Still I'm glad for what we had, and how I once loved you

But it's too late, baby, now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide
And I just can't fake it, Oh no no no no no

It's too late
Baby
It's too late
Now darling
It's too late

 

Als ik teken ben ik op reis.

Wat een leuke verrassing. Láng geleden, het leek héél lang geleden maar was kennelijk pas juli jongstleden, deed ik mee aan een schrijfopdracht van Corrie Gramser van Schrijfexprez. Vandaag ontving ik de link naar haar nieuwe Schrijfglossy. 

Ik vond het een erg leuke opdracht: Zoek tien boektitels uit je boekenkast en schrijf daar in veertig regels een verhaaltje mee. Hieronder mijn bijdrage: