I sit there, staring at place that you were there, sighing and thinking what if we pair, what would life would be if we been fair, thinking of time that has been share, blaming the night that never been so fair, regreting the day that was clear, that I may never see your hair, even if I saw you there, your heart will never be there, even if I cried my tears won't come from fear.
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don't feel it's good enough...
Friday, November 28, 2008
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