All the same
My hands are cold,
My gaze is distant
I'm missing out,
But I’m still listening.
He looks at me, i look away
I still pretend i have nothing else to say.
This hour is still my timeless friend,
From now until the bitter end
I wont give up I wont give in
We are still yet to begin.
Someone who i shan't disregard
Because to forget someone like you
Is too damn hard
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chazieposted on 07/05/2007
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