 | I'm not saying what I thought was wrong,
But i've finaly found it's not completely true.
You never told me anything
But I know, I know you hurt to.
When all your hopes are lies and your heart beat slows each day,
It's hard to believe that some amount of good will finaly come my way.
And when the past few days are sleepless
It's hard to concentrate on what is real.
As each day p*sses it leaves it's own unique mark,
As a reminder and a picture of everything she feels
Written by heather-lynn
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