Thursday, March 6, 2008

God my fingers burn, now when i think of
touching your hair. You have changed so
much that i don't know if i can call you
and tell you i care. And i would love to
bring you down, and plant your feet back
on the ground.

Well i crash in my mind, whenever you
are near. Getting deaf dumb and blind,
just drowning is despair. Well am lost
in your flame it's burning like a sun and i
call out your name the moment you
are gone.

You only see what your eyes want to see.
How can life be what you want it to be?
Now there's no point in placing the blame,
and you should know i suffer the same.
If i lose you, my heart will be broken.

My finger tips are holding onto the cracks
in our foundation, and i know that i should
let go, but i can't. And everytime we fight
i know it's not right, everytime that you're
upset and i smile, i know i should forget,
but i can't.

If you believe it's in my soul i'd say all the
words that i know, just to see if it would
show, that i'm trying to let you know
that i'm better off on my own.

I meant all the things i said.



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