When you look at me what exactly is it you see, is it love, lust or just me.
Are your eyes now that empty, your heart so bare, thinking of things we use to share.There was a time long ago when things were simple and it seemed we'd just know, but now there different, things have changed, are love seems harder almost rearranged.I tried so hard to make it right, but you act as if you can't see it, it's out of sight.I cry all the time but you will never see, the distance between us it's killing me.There was a time long ago when things were simple and we'd just seem to know, but now there different, things have changed ,are love seems harder almost rearranged.
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The Immortal Wize says: I like this because we tend to do anything for the one we love, even like you said...rearrange. |
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2b2b2 says: Superb Capture...your pen bleeds true life....ONE |
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