 | sitting on the cold ground,
there is no one to listen to,
there's no one around,
just the whistle of the wind..
the wind that just blew.
sitting on the dampened grass,
crying my own little river,
how could i say 'i dont love your butt,'
when telling you that, would just be a lie,
hate and forget you i will never.
sitting on the frosted lawn,
i remember watching sunsets with you,
but that feeling has now come and gone,
forget that feeling,
it is now dawn..
sitting on the front steps of your house,
i blankle stare,
i stare at nothing,
i am quiest as a mouse,
i hear a voice,
a voice that's not mine..
laying down on the ground so cold,
thinking of forgeting your sorry soul,
thinking that the memory of you is just gonna get old,
thinking your just gonna be forgotten
be forgotten, you will never..
Laying down on the face of the earth,
no one is around to listen,
i shut my eyes, the tears seem to make them glisten,
my eyes wont open,
its like they're frozen shut, and i've drifted off in a deep sleep,
or maybe it's just that feeling where i didn't wanna wake up.. |  |
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