Once Upon A Time
Daddy I can't sleep tonight, it's happening again,
Voices in the kitchen are shouting
And it's keeping me awake,
Is it something I've done wrong?
Maybe it's all my fault,
And why is Mummy crying all the time?
Lately I've been dreaming, dreaming of the day,
We will come together and be a happy family again,
Remember how it used to be, sitting here on my bed,
Both of you with stories,
When you came to say goodnight;
Once upon a time you must have loved her,
And held her in your arms,
And told her she's the best thing in your life,
And it's so sad, it's so bad,
To think that you don't love her anymore, anymore;
Someday when I'm older, will it be the same,
To wake up in the morning,
And find that everything in life has changed?
Well I never want to see that day,
I never want to leave this home,
But most of all I never want to hear
You say goodbye;
Once upon a time you must have loved her,
And held her in your arms,
And told her she's the best thing in your world,
And it's so sad, it's so bad,
To think that you don't love her anymore, anymore;
To think that you don't love her like before,
Once upon a time.
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